She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 290: Drool

Cheyenne and Omari, strangely enough, both conjured up images of a young Iker’s embarrassing moments in their minds. The exaggerated laughter could have almost shaken the crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.

Inside the room, Iker’s already stern face turned even darker, resembling the bottom of a pot. He had lived for twenty-seven years, and this was the one embarrassing incident in his life.

It happened when he was around six or seven years old, before the Todd family had moved to Akloit. They used to live in a mansion on the outskirts of Onistead. There was a bamboo grove in the back, along with a small pond that would fill up with rainwater from the nearby village when it rained. The area was populated by children of his age. During that period, Kai had just married Poppy, and in the bliss of their new marriage, he had little time for Iker. Thalia was busy challenging Poppy, so it was the happiest time of Iker’s life. He disguised himself as a rural child and went up the mountain with a group of friends to look for medicinal herbs, climb trees to pick wild fruits, and swim in the small pond after the rain.

It was during one of these playful moments that he got his foot stuck between rocks. He couldn’t remember if old Mr. Edwards was the one who pulled him out because he had fainted from the pain. He woke up back home, and by then, Kai had returned and arranged for his transfer to a prestigious school in the city.

He hadn’t even had a chance to say goodbye to his friends before disappearing from their lives.

The embarrassing incident, along with the happy childhood memories, became sealed in Iker’s past. Later, he joined the military and toughened himself through countless battles, becoming cold and ruthless. As a person of high status and influence, no one dared to bring up that incident.

He could never have imagined that more than a decade later, old Mr. Edwards would still remember this extremely embarrassing secret.

“Old Mr. Edwards… let’s proceed with the herbal bath first,” Iker finally managed to say those words, albeit through clenched teeth.

Layne touched his gray beard, laughing so hard that his eyes disappeared from view. He turned his back to Iker while instructing Tanner to move him into the bath.

Once everything was prepared inside, the two of them crouching outside were still suppressing their laughter.

“Alright, Cheyenne, you can come in now,” called out Layne.

Upon hearing her grandfather’s call, Cheyenne gathered her composure. She reached up to rub her slightly sore cheeks with one delicate, fair hand and then stepped inside.

two distinct colors, a mix of blue and red. In this stark contrast, Iker’s

fair share

in fact, those scars that added a touch of rugged charm to his otherwise

throat,

refocused, taking a deep breath. The air was thick with the scent of herbs, and her nose felt slightly

gradually red due to the potent herbs. The effect was becoming more pronounced with

to the skin, much like being roasted by a fierce fire. However, they effectively cleanse

Cheyenne began to use the silver needles, it

turned slightly, presenting her delicate, upturned nose and a pair of slightly pursed, alluring red lips

“Yeah.”

Cheyenne had

he were submerged in scorching lava, the rising temperature causing his honey-hued skin to turn

causing his soul to tremble. Several times, he wanted to give up, clenching his fists, intending to rise and escape the molten bath. But

Everyone had mocked him.

echoed endlessly in his

man’s hand, looked at him with a haughty

was

Worthless!

Handicapped!

Serves you right…

sober. The voices

streaming down

they dripped

“Drip, drop.”