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….

Iker’s bedroom. Layne, wearing a pair of reading glasses, stood solemnly by the bathtub. He sprinkled a mixture of red and

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 Grandfather, I’ll have to

that would require Master Iker

slightly. The blush on his handsome face didn’t escape

models in the nude. What’s the big deal? Besides, during my medical studies, I’ve dealt with anatomical specimens with a 1:1 human

had seen Kelvin

Omari, who had just entered to deliver the medicine, were both stunned. The room was filled with

were lifeless, and Cheyenne’s statement about her experience made him more willing to offer

situation. Cheyenne had the audacity to compare him to those dumb

a young lady, should be more reserved!” Layne’s conservative values had won, and

breathed a sigh of relief

in Cheyenne’s eyes, and as

move startled him, and he quickly covered his chest, as if fearing she had caught a

herself. She wasn’t a peeping tom; there was no need to be

well-toned physique under black shirts every day seemed like such

you two,

rather flamboyant manner, “Why does Cheyenne want to see Master Iker? Actually, I’m not

lecherous words to Miss Lawrence. His face

throat, and her gaze automatically shifted down a few inches. Her ears, hidden beneath her dark hair, were burning hot,

Omari displayed a “shocked” expression and an alluring smile. His slanted eyes sparkled brilliantly as he looked at her,