She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 93: Iker's Son After many days, Cheyenne's figure finally appeared in Iker's sight again.

Today's weather was slightly warm, and she wore a white off-the-shoulder chiffon top with ruffled edges, paired with a blue irregular denim skirt that reached just below her thighs. She revealed delicate collarbones and a pair of fair and slender long legs, wearing white shoes.

If others wore this outfit, they would only feel pure and fashionable. But when worn by Cheyenne, it immediately conjured up one word in people's minds - goddess.

Her legs were more perfect than any model he had ever seen before - smooth and tender, straight and slender with delicate ankles.

Iker took one look at them but couldn't help staring at them continuously.

This woman may not be beautiful in the face but her legs were stunningly gorgeous to him. "Master Iker! It's been so long since we've seen each other. Are you doing well?" She raised a cute little face with an especially radiant smile on it.

He cleared his throat and quickly withdrew his gaze, coldly saying, "It hasn't been that long; only three days." Tsk tsk...

How heartless! She was his attending doctor, but he didn't miss her at all.

"Okay, I can see that you're doing well, Master Iker," Cheyenne replied Layne had helped him with acupuncture for pain relief and taught Tanner a set of massage techniques. After a few days of massage, his legs were indeed much better than before.

"Cin and talk,” Iker said suddenly, looking down at her from above.

"Good timing. There's something I need to discuss with you too, Master Iker." Cheyenne said as she walked into the lobby of Iker's Estate.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw a handslittle boy sitting on the sofa. He had a round face and shining obsidian eyes with slightly parted lips that were tinted red. He was wearing blue jeans and looked about one or two years old.

Cheyenne was stunned for a moment when she noticed how much the child resembled Iker in terms of facial features. Her curiosity piqued, she teased him by saying, "I can't believe it! Master Iker's son is already this big!" Hearing this comment made him twitch his lips while giving her an icy glare before replying coldly, "What nonsense are you talking about? Do not speak without thinking." "It's true though! Just look at this kid; he looks so much like you! It's normal for someone old like you to have a two-year-old child," Cheyenne joked back teasingly.

"I wonder what the mother of this child looks like to have given birth to such a beautiful baby." Iker never cared about his appearance and didn't bother looking in the mirror, but he never expected someone to call him “old”! His face darkened as he sarcastically replied, "Kelvin, your ex-husband and I are the sage." "What? He couldn't satisfy you with his old age so you divorced him?" Iker thought Cheyenne would be angry at that comment, but instead she laughed as if it wasn't directed at her.

"Master Iker is wise. You know there are plenty of young and handsguys out there now." Her smile remained on her face without a trace of pessimism But in that moment, Iker felt that her smile was fake and heartbreaking. He didn't like how she pretended to be cheerful. Even though he had only known Cheyenne for less than a month, he could tell that beneath her smile was a hint of sadness that quickly disappeared.

"This big sister is so pretty! Brother, is she your girlfriend?" The child who looked no more than three years old asked with an adorable voice.

Cheyenne's heart melted when she heard the little one call her "big sister". She walked over with an even warmer smile and crouched down in front of the little guy asking sweetly, "How old are you? Do you know what a girlfriend is?" Lewis obediently nodded his head while staring directly into Cheyenne's beautiful face.

"I... I am one year and ten months old now. Mommy says I will be two years old soon." "Sister, you are so pretty," he said while extending his chubby little hand to make a gesture.

But he didn't know how to do it properly, so he stretched out both of his small hands and opened them up. He was just too cute.

When Cheyenne married Kelvin at eighteen, she thought about having a child for him. Her grandfather-in-law was urging her on as well.

She had once fantasized about marrying him at eighteen, getting pregnant and giving birth smoothly by nineteen. By the tshe was twenty-one, the crying baby would be around the sage as this little brat in front of her eyes.

Ideas are always perfect but unrealistic. After marriage, reality gave her a hard slap in the face. Kelvin didn't even want to touch her; on their wedding night, he flew overseas to accompany his childhood sweetheart instead.

This long-distance tension between them lasted for a year until old Mr. Foley found out about it and forced him back home.

He reluctantly slept with her then, demanding fiercely with an icy face every tlike venting his emotions. Cheyenne mentioned Grandpa wanting great-grandchildren but got nothing but ridicule from Kelvin in return. "Is it Grandpa who wants great-grandchildren or do you want to use children to control me?" "100 million dollars isn't enough for your family? You still want more from the Foley Family using our child?"

"Cheyenne, you don't deserve to have my children!” His resolute and hateful her heart, and words pierced here a Cheyenne dared not bring up the topic again. Kelvin seemed to be on guard against her too, always wearing condoms whenever they slept together.

When old Mr. Foley asked why they didn't have any children yet, she shouldered the burden alone by using her own health as an excuse. But all ex excuse. But all she got return was Kelvin's malicious suspicion. "Did you go see Grandpa again? From now on, stop going to the Foley mansion. How did you becMrs. Foley? Don't you know that?" He hung up the phone after saying this. He disappeared for over a month afterwards and didn't answer any of Cheyenne's calls or messages. When he finally returned, it was for Abbie's sake.

The repeated disappointments and hurts pushed her into a dark abyss of suffering every day. Cheyenne thought about giving up and leaving was a everything behind. But there was a voice inside her telling her that things could change if she treated Kelvin with sincerity. One day, he would realize how good she was to him and treat her gently in return. She would never forget that cold winter under the bridge when he gave her warmth.