She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 242: Do You Smoke?

Chapter 242: Do You Smoke?

Iker, this cold and ruthless man, surprisingly likes to read romance comics that only young girls like. This really surprised Cheyenne.

She looked at his handsome and cold face with bright and curious eyes, a teasing smile ringing in his ears.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I never thought Master Iker is so girlish. Tell me, who do you like the most in there?"

"Desert Princess Consort" was one of the most popular romance comics in Comic Kingdom.

It mainly tells the story of a modern female protagonist accidentally traveling back thousands of years to ancient Egypt on the Nile River and her love-hate relationship with Egypt's most famous tyrant Ramses II.

This was also Cheyenne's favorite story in this magazine.

Unfortunately, she hadn't collected all the serialized plots yet. The issue Iker had in his hands happened to be her last purchase.

The plot had reached where conflicts arise between male and female protagonists; the male protagonist was about to marry a princess from another country while the female protagonist traveled back to modern times.

Looking at those calm but terrifying eyes opposite her, Cheyenne suddenly wanted to tease him. She touched her chin with her fingers seriously before answering, "As you can see for yourself, this is how it ends."

Upon hearing this response from Cheyenne, Iker unconsciously furrowed his eyebrows. Although he didn't say anything else about it directly, she could feel his regret through his expression alone. She pulled out a pack of lady cigarettes scented with oranges from inside an end table drawer.

Lady cigarettes were quite different from men's cigarettes; they were long and thin with colorful paper patterns printed on their tips that cater more towards young girls' tastes. When smoking them, mixed nicotine blended together with fruity sweetness reminding someone of their first love, so naturally, Cheyenne liked these flavors very much. Her hand skillfully retrieved a cigarette from within, pinching the butt between her index and middle fingers. She offered it to Iker, asking lightly, "Wanna give it a shot?" Tanner stood behind Iker timely stopping Cheyenne, "Miss Lawrence, sorry, but Master Iker doesn't smoke."

Cheyenne smiled brightly as if finding something novel. Her wrist elegantly flipped in mid-air, just about to send the cigarette back, but suddenly felt something warm and slight discomfort on her skin. Iker took the cigarette.

"Master Iker! Your leg..." Tanner wanted to say that smoking was harmful to health, and might worsen the injury on Iker's legs.

Cheyenne couldn't help but find it funny to see how much concern Tanner show towards Iker. Tanner himself had a baby face and looked like an eighteen-year-old boy, but he was so thoughtful and sweet. "Smoking can be a good thing, it can help people forget their troubles and pain and achieve a brief moment of soulful tranquility." She took out a cigarette and put it into her red lips.

Her voice was slightly hoarse, sweet with a touch of melancholy, making people unable to resist the urge to explore the secrets behind her emotions.

A young girl in her early twenties, the most vibrant time of her life, what kind of "pain" would make her want to numb herself with smoke and seek temporary forgetfulness?

It was Kelvin, right?

Iker felt a heavy feeling in his chest when he thought about this. In his opinion, although Kelvin was an excellent man, there were also other outstanding men in the world. She needed not be upset. Suddenly, Cheyenne took out a perfume-bottle-shaped lighter, crystal clear and exquisitely designed. If it weren't for the fact that it could produce flames, one would really think it was a sample of perfume. After the crisp sound, there was a slight warmth in the air, and the blue flame reflected in her indifferent and calm eyes, constantly jumping like a group of dancing elves.

When she smoked, she became particularly quiet, possessing a completely different demeanor from her usual self. The smoke's bluish-grey mist slowly emanated from her fiery red lips.

Her fair face was shrouded in a misty veil, adding to its mysterious and seductive allure.

There was a hint of orange fragrance in the smoke, just like the scent on her body.

It'd been several days since Cheyenne last smoked, and she felt incredibly comfortable at this moment. Every cell in her body had opened up completely, greedily absorbing the surrounding air without any inhibition.

She turned her head and looked back with a charming smile, "Do you want me to light it up?"

Iker learned to pass the cigarette to his own mouth and was about to reach for a lighter when Cheyenne leaned in unexpectedly.

The two people were very close, with a breathtakingly beautiful face just within reach. The cheeks were fair and rosy, framed by long and curly eyelashes, beneath which were bright and shining eyes. He didn't snap out of it or lean in closer until the blue flames flickered in his eyes.

It was a bit spicy when it first hit his tongue, but after a few seconds, the tobacco mixed with orange flavor made him feel a little sweet. When he learned to exhale smoke like her, all that was left in his mouth was bitterness.

Cheyenne's posture was skilled and handsome. It looked like years of practice had paid off.

Iker's reaction told her that he really had never smoked before. Seeing his clumsy behavior, Cheyenne had to teach him how to smoke. "Smoking is just like falling in love. You can't rush it or you'll choke yourself."

"Relationships are the same way - it starts with a secret crush, which is bittersweet. Then, after the confession, there's a hint of sweetness. But when it all ends with a breakup, all that's left is bitterness." "I enjoy the gentle touch of tobacco on my lips and teeth with my favorite orange scent."

As she spoke, various shapes of smoke rose again and blurred Cheyenne's face as her calm eyes flashed self-deprecation.

Quickly though Iker saw something inexplicably heart-wrenching about this scene.

In some ways, they were similar, both abandoned by someone else.

But men were naturally stronger than women; when his engagement was broken off, he didn't feel much sadness but caught off guard.

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"This experience isn't bad but I don't like sweet things," said Iker.

Cheyenne chuckled as she put away the lighter and sat back down at her seat. "I'm kidding you! That's not the end of the comic. There are more issues of this magazine in that big box behind my study door. Just take them all if you like."

She had long outgrown the age of fantasies; those things had lost their value to her.

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