She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 320: What’s Wrong with Her?

Nora sat elegantly in Sean’s original seat with a fresh wine glass in front of her. The restaurant owner, wearing white silk gloves, took the glass and used his other hand to carefully pour the wine into the glass, like liquid silk. It gently swirled in the glass, reflecting her delicate, ivory complexion.

“Miss Lawrence, please have a taste,” he said.

“Thank you.”

It was a rare experience to have the owner personally serve her, and the envious looks from the other diners around her only inflated Nora’s sense of pride. She raised the glass to her lips, parted her red lips, and took a sip.

She could feel the silky, slightly bitter flavor spreading on her tongue, with a hint of sweetness lingering after swallowing. The mouthful of wine was truly exquisite.

“It would be even better with a slice of foie gras. Miss Lawrence, enjoy your meal. I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave.”

“Of course.”

Nora had no intention of being foolish and ordering another plate of foie gras. There were plenty of dishes on the table that had hardly been touched. Since Sean had ordered foie gras earlier, she decided to help herself to it, even though it had cooled down a bit.

To follow Sean, she hadn’t even eaten dinner. She had hastily left home without her bag, and her Paypal balance was reduced to what she had spent on the coffee. She was rather hungry.

Jerry, who had just had his fill, looked at his goddess with a face full of concern as he saw her eating the leftovers. In his eyes, Nora was the kind of little princess who should be treated like royalty. How could she be in such a pitiful state?

Cheyenne found his behavior amusing. With one hand supporting her chin, she stared at Jerry, who appeared to be grumbling like an old lady. When she heard him calling Nora pitiful, she couldn’t help but express her disdain.

without reason just a while ago? It seemed that Jerry saw everything through rose-tinted glasses. He might even think that Nora smelled like roses even if

Jerry didn’t have some use to her, Cheyenne wouldn’t want to stand next to

jump and burp, sending waves of spicy mustard scent through the

room was now filled with the pungent aroma of mustard. Cheyenne had to cover her nose with her hand, her elegant brows

Jerry’s fragile, lonely, and helpless heart. He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and explained,

the second floor and

shower of golden bricks from the sky. “Miss Lawrence, are you telling the truth? You mean

from a distance, and while they had met

confess your feelings to your goddess? I’ll help you today. I’ll have the restaurant owner take her

streamed down his face. He reached out to grab Cheyenne’s hand, but in mid-air, he stopped to wipe his nose and then extended his hand

Cheyenne, with an expression of disdain, deliberately

Can you please at least be clean? Can you wipe your nose with

but bitter smile,

with me. Go confess, and

“Alright, alright, take care.”

“Get lost.”

and tightly sealed his lips, making a motion to indicate his mouth was

she was, was far too

the

with fresh green wallpaper, and colorful

off-white lace lingerie placed on