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.

arm suddenly reached over her head, effortlessly picking up the Bible. A clear

face, illuminated by the perfect sunlight. His eyes, partially hidden by long and thick eyelashes that seemed dusted with golden powder,

a fist’s distance from his chest, and although they didn’t

comfortable temperature of 17 to 19 degrees Celsius in the morning. However, at this moment, she felt unusually warm.

Much better.

glancing at it. A faint smile appeared in his eyes

book and handed it to Cheyenne. ‘If you’re just browsing, this version is okay. In fact, the translation of Chapter 11, Verse 13, is severely incorrect. In the James King version bible,

purest Briyran English. To a connoisseur of voices like Cheyenne, her

Watch Tower

Sam, injecting a teasing tone into her words. ‘Lend? Shouldn’t it

for a moment, then bowed apologetically. ‘I’m sorry, Miss Lawrence. The Bible is a matter of faith for every Christian; I can’t simply

clearing her throat. ‘Well… Master Sam, don’t take it seriously. I was just joking. It’s already

his long legs took a step forward, forcing her to step back. Her back pressed against the bookshelf, making her feel

point, Sam, with an unusually

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,

of reading to fulfill her