She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 289: Girls Should Be More Reserved

The night was as still as water, and the summer sky was adorned with shimmering stars that emitted faint, silvery glimmers. The dim waxing crescent moon hung against the black curtain of the night, its light gentle, casting an ethereal haze on the man’s face.

He bathed in the silver radiance, and even his ink-black pajamas seemed to flow with a silver sheen, giving this ordinary sleepwear a new texture.

Iker gazed silently through the French windows at the road lamps outside, illuminating the tree leaves with a soft, yellowish light. The lamplight cast a reflection of greenish hues on the leaves, providing the most soothing colors for the eyes.

Green was the most comforting color for the eyes.

A muffled sound of footsteps approached from behind, and even without turning around, he knew who it was. He waited quietly for the person to come closer.

In the next moment, slender and delicate hands rested on the wheelchair. The figure reflected on the glass window was graceful and slim, with flowing chestnut hair and a gown whiter than moonlight. It was as if she were an elegant fairy.

“Grandfather has prepared the herbal bath, Master Iker. Shall we begin?” Her voice was clear and sweet, and as she slightly bent down, her disheveled chestnut hair cascaded onto his chest for a brief moment.

There was still some dampness in her hair, carrying a hint of rose fragrance, reminding him of the blue rose – a flower that symbolized an otherworldly enchantress.

A faint blush touched his usually cold features as he responded in a cool tone, averting his gaze from their reflection in the window. “Thank you for your efforts, old Mr. Edwards and Miss Lawrence.” “Of course.” Following this, the spacious room was filled with the soft, rhythmic sound of high heels against the floor.

Clack, clack, clack….

red and green herbal powders into the steaming water. The odorless and transparent liquid quickly transformed

herbal powders, he looked up and gave his granddaughter, Cheyenne, a cold glance. He said, not very pleased, “Why are you still standing here? What are you doing?” Cheyenne, who was suddenly scolded by her grandfather, looked baffled. She spread her hands, expressing her confusion. “But

administer the injection, but that would require Master Iker to undress. Get

his usually cold face flushed slightly. The blush on his handsome

nude. What’s the big deal? Besides, during my medical studies, I’ve dealt with

seen Kelvin all clean

to deliver the medicine, were both stunned. The room was filled with awkwardness, but Cheyenne seemed

was feeling somewhat jealous. Those artificial anatomical models were lifeless, and Cheyenne’s statement about her experience made him more willing to offer his own perfect

Cheyenne had the audacity to compare him to those dumb medical instruments. It was truly

a young lady, should be more reserved!” Layne’s

a sigh of relief

eyes, and as Iker unbuttoned his shirt, she suddenly

he quickly covered his chest, as if fearing she had caught a

wasn’t a peeping tom; there was

shirts every

two, hurry

in his voice, in a rather flamboyant manner, “Why does Cheyenne want to see Master Iker? Actually, I’m not too

taken a sip of water and had overheard Mr. Lara’s rather lecherous words

beneath her dark hair, were burning hot, and her face felt like it was on fire. “No, my grandfather

slanted eyes sparkled brilliantly as he