She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 126: Cheyenne, You Can Try to BelieveThe summer was a scorching season, with a few white clouds floating in the sky. A woman dressed in a white cotton dress accentuated her slender curves. Her long wavy hair, resembling seaweed, was tied up in a high ponytail, making her look both beautiful and chic.

As Iker's gaze fell upon her, he saw the woman walking towards him with an air of nonchalance while chewing on a lollipop. The sunlight shone on her body, casting a golden aura around her. "Hey there Master Iker, we meet again," Cheyenne said as she approached him with quick steps and reached into her pocket.

Iker furrowed his eyebrows slightly as he watched Cheyenne's small hand slowly open up to reveal the lollipop inside. He had thought that she had something important to give him but was disappointed when he saw it was just lollipop.

"Do you think I'm still three years old? Eating candy is childish!” Iker exclaimed disdainfully. He had never tasted anything sweet before; instead, he had tried sourness, bitterness and spiciness throughout his life.

Cheyenne listened to his words and lightly scoffed at him. “Who says adults can't eat candy? Try this one out; it's my favorite orange-flavored lollipop." Her eyes always looked cute whenever she smiled - like crescent moons - leaving no room for doubt about their sincerity.

Iker hesitated for a moment before extending his big hand towards hers and taking the lollipop from it. "Fine then! Just this once," he said as he put the whole thing into his mouth without even bothering to unwrap it first.

"Wait! You have no common sense at all! Even kids know that they have to remove this package first," Cheyenne quickly snatched back the lollipop from him before tearing off its packaging herself and handing it back over again.

This was the first tsomeone had unwrapped the lollipop for him, and Iker couldn't quite describe the feeling in his heart which began to thump.

As the lollipop touched his lips, a fruity sweetness spread between them So sweet.

The man's eyebrows lifted slightly, and his lips parted to say, "I heard you kicked those people out of your villa?" Cheyenne had been trending lately among Akloit's hot topics - appearing three times already on newspaper headlines within just one month! The first twas because she divorced Kelvin, the CEO of Foley Group, becoming an abandoned wife! The second time, she made a fortune of ten million by visiting an art exhibition.

The third time, she performed a sultry pole dance at the banquet, outshining the President's daughter and dazzling everyone with her radiance.

However, this glory lasted for less than two days before someone exposed that she had driven her own family out of the villa, becoming a typical representative of “rebellious and heartless" behavior. There were too many contradictions and gazes intertwined in her, making her a unique and unconventional existence.

When George and Malaya were mentioned, Cheyenne's good mood disappeared. She lightly spoke with a lollipop in her mouth, "What, do you also think I went too far?" Iker looked at her eyes seriously, shook his head, and his magnetic voice echoed in her ear.

"I understand you, I won't." As soon as these words were spoken, Cheyenne couldn't help but burst out laughing. She had forgotten that she still had lollipop in her mouth and almost swallowed it whole, quickly taking it out.

"Master Iker, you are not me, and you cannot possibly understand me. Everyone is a unique individual, and in this world, where can we find so many who truly empathize with us?" There was a self-deprecating, icy smile on Cheyenne's lips, which was a stark contrast to the beautiful smile she had just shown For sreason, Iker believes that this is the true her now! Beneath that charming and sweet smile, she hides her true self - cold, lonely, insecure, and stubborn to the point of breaking one's heart.

She is only 21 years old, in the prof her life when she should be enjoying eating, drinking, shopping and watching movies with her friends. However, she wanders through this murky world with a careless fake smile on her face.

She is too tired! Iker suddenly reached out with a warm, large hand and grabbed her soft hand. His dark eyes stared firmly at her face and his voice was resolute. "Cheyenne, you can try to trust me.” Trust him...

Cheyenne's eyes widened in disbelief, just as a gentle breeze blew by and lifted her bangs slightly, revealing her full and smooth forehead, which was fair and flawless.

"Why?" She didn't believe that Iker would fall in love with her. They had only known each other for less than a month, and at most, she had just helped him with his illness.

Moreover, this man standing at the top of the pyramid only loves himself! Iker himself didn't know; he was simply beguiled by that smile, wanting to personally unveil her tough exterior and protect her vulnerable side.

"No reason. Anyway, I owe you a favor. You can make any request of me." Getting a favor from Master Iker was even better than winning the lottery! Just as Cheyenne was about to speak up, Iker added, "Within legal limits." Great. Another empty promise.

What did he mean by "within legal limits"? What if he thought it wasn't m reasonable later on Cheyenne's expression made iker laugh. Did she really think that he, the great young master of the Todd family, was someone who didn't keep his word?

After treating Iker's legs, Cheyenne packed up her silver needles, Saich goodbye and left the es the estate.

As soon goodbyed out of the gate, she as she saw a tall figure in white. The man wore a white suit with short hair that shone golden in the sunlight. He had an elegant smile on his face and greeted Cheyenne warmly.

"Miss Lawrence, you are here again to help my brother with his illness. Thank you for your hard work," he said. Cheyenne deliberately took a step back and gave him a standard smile.

"Good afternoon, Master Davon," she replied coolly.

She seemed to be avoiding him on purpose - how interesting! With Davon's status and position, women usually threw themselves at him wherever he went. But Cheyenne's aloof attitude towards him hurt his male ego deeply.

Or maybe this woman was playing hard-to-get?

Thinking this way made Davon's eyes darken slightly as he stepped forward and asked gently, Miss Lawrence... has there been any progress with my brother's legs?" As soon as those words were spoken by Davon, Cheyenne put up her guard immediately. What kind of answer did he want?