She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 121: Are You Going To Walk Barefoot Over There?

Chapter 121: Are You Going to Walk Barefoot Over There?

Cheyenne danced like a bewitching princess, while Iker was the prince who was enchanted by her and lost in her charm.

She fully trusted Iker to let him hold her hand while doing these difficult movements.

As the music reached its climax, Cheyenne suddenly leaped up, planting one of her feet on lker's knee. She executed a stylish backflip, her silver dress billowing dramatically before her.

Her body slid gracefully across the floor for a short distance, and she landed in a split right in front of Iker.

"Pull me."

lker's warm big hand held Cheyenne's soft hand, and suddenly Cheyenne's cheek leaned against his palm as if she were taking a nap.

Before everyone had fully recovered from the chaotic splendor of just now, they were suddenly brought into this peaceful and beautiful scene.

Iker tilted his head lightly, and his long eyelashes covered a hint of indulgent smile in his eyes.

A beam of light fell perfectly on Cheyenne's fair complexion, and a few glistening beads of sweat had formed on the tip of her nose due to her recent movements.

It set against her charming and captivating face, resembling a peach blossom, she appeared incredibly cute, tempting people to want to kiss her nose.

A large, well-defined hand delicately held a piece of cloth and gently wiped her.

Cheers and applause rang in his ears, and the atmosphere in the hall became extremely lively.

In contrast, when it came to Kelvin and Emily, their dance couldn't be described as unimpressive, but compared to the sensuality and allure of Cheyenne's performance, theirs seemed rather plain and unremarkable.

Kelvin kept his eyebrows tightly furrowed, while the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of Cheyenne. When her leg wrapped around lker's waist, it triggered a flood of memories in his mind.

The heavy lifelessness spread around him, making the air feel slightly condensed.

Emily bit her lip and looked up at the man in front of her with some dissatisfaction. "Mr. Foley, can't you come closer?"

The distance between them could practically accommodate another person; it hardly resembled a couple's dance.

Upon hearing this, Kelvin remained silent and did not speak.

Taking a large step back, he twirled her hand, completing a 180-degree turn before letting go, all while responding, "Miss Davidson, this is how I learned to dance.”

"I thought Mr. Foley was afraid that Miss Berry would be jealous.”

Kelvin didn't answer.

The music slowly came to a stop, and Emily's dance on this side also ended.

However, she lost. She gritted her teeth and watched as those people threw the flowers in their hands into Cheyenne's basket.

Omari chose three red roses, with one hand in his suit pant, and walked up leisurely with a relaxed expression.

His charming eyes were full of amazement. "Cheyenne, can you choose me as your dance partner next time you dance this dance?"

At the moment when she looked like a boneless snake entwining Iker just now, he was so jealous and crazy.

If he had known that Cheyenne was going to pole dance, he wouldn't have given Master Iker the opportunity. It would have been so much better for him to go up himself.

Thinking about being in such close contact with Cheyenne made him feel very happy inside. "There won't be a next time. This time it was necessary.”

If it hadn't been Iker on stage, she wouldn't have resorted to this strategy at all.

Omari pouted in frustration and let out a sigh. "Cheyenne, you're really cruel. Even if you lied to me once, I would be very happy."

But she wasn't even willing to lie to him once.

After putting down the three roses in his hand, Omari's other hand reached out from behind.

He held her high heels in his hand.

"Wear them. The floor is cold. You're a girl; be careful not to catch cold.”

Before going on stage earlier, she had thrown her shoes on the ground but Omari picked them up for her himself - an accomplished lawyer carrying shoes for a woman would seem quite embarrassing in front of others but Omari did it naturally.

Cheyenne hesitated for a moment as she looked at the shoes in his hands before feeling warmth flow through her heart.

"Thank you.”

She bent down slightly readying herself to put on her shoes but she suddenly realized that her feet were dirty now from walking around barefoot.

Moreover, standing here at center court while sofas are placed near railings meant there was still ten meters or more distance left before reaching there.

Just then, Kelvin suddenly stepped forward and lifted her horizontally in his arms.

"Ah..."

"You..."

She looked up at the handsome face above her with disbelief, her almond-shaped eyes widened. The chiseled features, the deep-set eyes held a glint that she couldn't quite decipher.

"Put me down!"

She struggled twice but couldn't move because the man's arm tightened around her.

"Do you want to walk over barefoot?" he said coldly.

lker's face turned dark. “Kelvin actually forcibly carried away Cheyenne right under my nose? Did he think I was dead?’

Omari was envious and jealous. He had thought about it just now, but with Hayden present, he had to hold back. However, in that split second of hesitation, Cheyenne was taken away by the man. He could only watch as the towering figure faded into the distance against a backdrop of silver skirts. Cheyenne finally complied and the man's lips curved into a smile he didn't even realize he had. "What's wrong with you? You might not care, but I'm afraid your childhood friend Miss Berry will come up and hit me later.”

At the mention of Abbie, there was a hint of mocking laughter in her almond-shaped eyes. This trace of a smile imprinted on Kelvin's mind and his mood plummeted again.

He didn't know why he picked her up in front of everyone.

"It has nothing to do with her.”

The cold voice reached his ears as Cheyenne's mocking smile deepened.

Kelvin hesitated for words before gently placing her on the sofa and taking out a blue handkerchief from his suit pocket to hand over to her.

"Wipe your feet off."

"No need!"

Cheyenne snorted and wiped her feet off on her own skirt before putting on her shoes. Even though she wore seven-centimeter high heels, she still stood half a head shorter than him when she straightened up while trying hard to stand on tiptoe to meet his sharp gaze.

"I won't thank you for this, Kelvin!"

Her stubbornness seemed laughable in his eyes. After thinking about it for a moment, Kelvin spoke up anyway, "Omari is burdened too much; he isn't a good choice for you, while the Todd family where Iker is from has intense internal conflicts. Cheyenne, if you don't have a death wish, don't get too close to them.”

What did he mean?

Was he jealous?

That thought flashed through Cheyenne's mind but she dismissed it immediately. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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