She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 357: On Iker’s Treat

The evening sky was slowly turning, with the setting sun casting a brilliant hue across half of the sky. Cheyenne walked home, her steps following the shadows of pedestrians on the street.

Inside the house, the warm glow of small lights illuminated the room, and a sumptuous dinner was already laid out on the table. Her grandfather sat at the head of the table, casually reading the evening newspaper.

Iker, too, sat quietly in his seat, eyes closed, taking a moment to relax.

When he heard footsteps approaching the door, he slowly opened his eyes and said coolly, ‘You’re back.’

Cheyenne immediately noticed the dinner spread on the table and quickened her pace, taking a seat across from Master Iker. She rolled up her sleeves and prepared to dig in.

‘Why is dinner so lavish today? This doesn’t seem like your usual style, Grandpa,’ she remarked.

Layne was a frugal old man who usually kept meals simple, with just two dishes and a soup when they ate together.

Today was different, with a table full of delicious dishes, including honey-glazed chicken, cola chicken wings, yam duck, and even hairy crabs. It was incredibly thoughtful!

Layne snorted and rolled up the newspaper in his hand, playfully hitting her on the back of her hand. ‘Go wash your hands first. All these dishes were arranged by Master Iker. I’m just an old man; how would I get the money to buy you all this good food?’

The dishes were arranged by Master Iker?

Cheyenne lifted her chin and glanced at the handsome man in front of her, giving him a faint smile. ‘Well, thanks, Master Iker.’

Tonight was her final treatment session, and after acupuncture, he would be able to attempt standing up. She figured Iker must be grateful for her hard work, which was why he had generously treated her to this meal.

As she turned to go wash her hands, Cheyenne couldn’t help but voice her curiosity, ‘But, Master Iker, how did you know what I like to eat?’

Tanner, who had been standing silently nearby, chuckled and answered her question before Iker could. ‘Miss Lawrence, all of these were personally inquired about by Master Iker from the kitchen’s chef before instructing me to prepare them.’

a newspaper, crumpled it up upon hearing this statement. His puzzled and sharp gaze turned toward the calm face of

seemed… he was

up as he glared at Tanner

playful smile as he winked at

Cheyenne was left speechless.

intended to be a matchmaker, but unfortunately… Master Iker and

dinner, as promised, Cheyenne proceeded to perform

medicinal bath using the Rejuvenated Herb Cheyenne had obtained at the auction. Taking a section of its root, he ground it into a powder and mixed it with other herbs to create a black

fluttered before his eyes like a butterfly, her wavy chestnut hair piled high on her head. Beads of sweat glistened on her fair forehead

two silver needles in her hand, Cheyenne rotated them and gently removed

you’ll be able to stand up like a normal person.

his lips. As time passed, the medicine on his legs would begin

said, his

an eyebrow. ‘Master Iker, you don’t think a simple thank you is enough to save you from giving money, do you? No need to

in sweat, softened slightly. His gaze was intense as he

like this, he would undoubtedly think they were after his money. However, when it came to Cheyenne, a trace of

was she only interested in his money?

legs were crippled, Cheyenne had Omari, a perfect bodyguard, by her side. But now that his legs were healed and Omari probably wouldn’t return to Akloit, she should try to consider him a choice,

in the end, he suppressed all his emotions and decided

the Serpent Magic inside him. If he was destined to die before thirty, there was no need to burden her with

behind Iker the whole time, couldn’t contain his excitement. As Cheyenne finished removing the last silver needle,

my master

supported himself on the wheelchair’s arms,

room fell into a hushed silence, and the sound of their breathing became

bit nervous herself, and she unconsciously covered the

dim yellow light in the room cast a glow on his face. He lowered his head, and his deep-set eyes remained

one knew that beneath his composed demeanor, his clenched hands were