She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 350: Failure

The library’s second floor was quite spacious, filled with rows of antique bookshelves carrying various books. Several landscape paintings and calligraphy works adorned the walls, with one of them being a genuine piece signed by the Chambers family head.

Cheyenne glanced around and marveled at the true value of these paintings, each costing several million. Truly fitting for Akloit’s largest private library.

Bathed in the bright and gentle morning light, she strolled through this sea of books. Her eyes scanned the Latin section until she finally found the shelf holding the Bible.

Cheyenne joyfully snapped her fingers, ready to grab that copy of the Bible. However, the shelf was estimated to be around two meters high, and even standing on tiptoes with raised arms, she couldn’t reach the book.

Glancing around and finding no stools, she reluctantly left her bookmark on the shelf and attempted to jump for the book. However, every attempt just grazed the corner of the book.

After several jumps, her face flushed with exertion, looking like a lively and adorable cartoon character.

Sam hadn’t expected anyone to be reading books at this hour; he thought he was early. Seeing Cheyenne, looking frustrated with her pouted lips and delicate, slightly puffy face, he couldn’t help but smile. With confident strides, he approached.

Cheyenne was about to try again, an arm suddenly reached over her head, effortlessly picking up the Bible. A clear and gentle voice, like a stream under the moon, sounded by her ear. ‘Is this the one you’re looking

illuminated by the perfect sunlight. His eyes, partially hidden by long and thick eyelashes that seemed dusted with golden powder, glistened with a faint blue-black hue, resembling the deep

and although they didn’t make direct contact, Cheyenne felt a warmth penetrating through layers

in the morning. However, at this moment, she felt unusually warm. She quickly stepped out from under

Much better.

eyes as he casually remarked, ‘Miss Lawrence, I

okay. In fact, the translation of Chapter 11, Verse 13, is severely incorrect. In the James King

was the purest Briyran English. To a connoisseur of voices like Cheyenne, her ears perked up

translated by the Jehovah’s Witnesses and the Watch Tower Bible and Tract Society,

eyes brightened. She looked up at Sam, injecting a teasing tone into her

Lawrence. The Bible is a matter of faith for every Christian; I can’t simply

awkward. She touched her delicate nose, clearing her throat. ‘Well… Master Sam, don’t take it

her to step back. Her back pressed against the bookshelf, making

a higher vantage point, Sam, with an unusually serious gaze,

quite broke. How about… I treat you to a cup of bubble tea, Master Sam?’ She had expected him, a sophisticated figure in high society, to only drink coffee or wine. Yet, Sam actually enjoyed

hour of reading to fulfill her end