She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 310: Mine Is Not Small

Chapter 310: Mine Is Not Small

The next day, Akloit's network nearly crashed once again as news of "Second-Generation Rich Displaying Wealth Gets His Face Slapped" flooded the headlines.

It marked the first time in the illustrious career of the famous star Reece that he was embroiled in a romantic rumor with a girl!

This revelation shocked countless netizens. His female fans were in distress, "What about your official boyfriend, Reece?"

In the face of these pervasive rumors, Reece did something unprecedented: he didn't explain but instead posted a cryptic Twitter message, indirectly acknowledging the authenticity of the rumors. "I once dropped a rose, and someone else picked it up for three years."

The message was accompanied by a photo of Reece with tear-filled, sparkling eyes. It was from the first drama he had acted in after his debut, and his forlorn gaze was even more heart-wrenching than the caption.

Fans left comforting messages for their idol:

Fan 1: "Aww, Reece, don't cry. Let's go steal that rose back together."

Fan 2: "You are my rose, you are my flower. Reece has changed, weren't you always the fierce tiger who sniffed the roses?"

Fan 3: "Reece has a girlfriend? No, I don't want that. Reece belongs to Jerome."

Fan 4: "Give it a rest, Jerome has had who knows how many girlfriends while Reece just has his first love. Jerome doesn't deserve our Reece!"

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At this very moment, in the dressing room, Jerome, who had acted alongside Reece, was scrolling through Twitter on his phone. The tall assistant standing next to him, who was 1. 8 meters in height, was holding a bag of Lay's potato chips. He expertly tore the package open, having had practice with it in the past.

The sound of crunching potato chips filled the room.

"That damn Reece is two-timing me with another rose behind my back? What a scumbag."

Another angry, exaggerated crunch!

The assistant glanced over with a cool and collected look and offered some soothing words, "Mr. Witt, just take it easy. As the saying goes, 'When it rains, it pours.' You can't stop it."

Jerome supported his forehead with one hand and, taking the opportunity, twirled a long, slender finger through his bangs. He narrowed his mischievous upturned eyes, and a flash of light passed through them.

"Wait a minute, the woman in the black dress... Damn it! Isn't she the one from last time... that girl?"

"Mr. Witt, it's the same Miss Lawrence who kicked your little chick at the elevator entrance last time."

The air was nearly silent for a minute. Jerome suddenly threw the bag of potato chips, creating a dramatic scene with chips raining down on his assistant.

He was so furious that he trembled all over. His handsome face even turned terrifying and monstrous as he pointed at his assistant and angrily shouted, "My chick isn't small at all. Yours is small!"

The assistant looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Mr. Witt, mine isn't small either."

Jerome was left speechless.

That said, it turned out that Reece knew that woman, making things much easier. I haven't settled the score for that kick last time.

Meanwhile, at the Lawrence Villa.

Cheyenne suddenly sneezed, and she sneezed so hard that even her dainty little nose turned a shade of red, accentuating her cute, sparkling eyes.

"What's wrong? Are you catching a cold?"

The man lay chest-down on the edge of the bathtub, his lower body immersed in a vibrant mixture of reds and greens. Under the intense color contrast, his skin, which was never particularly fair to begin with, appeared a shade lighter.

His broad, muscular back was covered in silver needles of various lengths and sizes, so densely packed it resembled a porcupine.

After soaking in this medicinal bath for three days, his other wounds had improved significantly, and the leg injury on his foot was gradually healing, even sprouting new skin.

Cheyenne couldn't help but envy the new, fair skin that had emerged.

If it weren't for her fear of pain, she could have easily soaked in this medicinal water, enjoying a body with skin as smooth and white as milk.

He had managed to endure it for four days, showcasing a level of patience few could match.

Cheyenne sniffled, feeling overwhelmed by the pungent smell of herbs filling the room.

"It should be okay. By the way, I can start removing the needles."

She estimated that it was about time, got up, and walked to the edge of the bathtub. Iker cooperated, turning around so that his back was facing Cheyenne. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

As she reached for the needles, a hint of a seductive rose fragrance mingled with the strong herbal scent, making it particularly enticing.

When she removed the silver needle, her hand unavoidably brushed against his skin. The slight coolness from her fingertips seeped into his very soul.

There was one long needle still embedded in Iker's scapula, inserted at a forty-five-degree angle into the meridian. To remove it, she would need to use her other hand to steady it.

Improper needle removal could easily cause muscle swelling, which was one of the reasons patients were not allowed to move during acupuncture.

"Master Iker, can you slightly turn to the side?"

Upon hearing this, Iker cooperated and turned his head, and at that moment, her hand inadvertently brushed against his lips.

The touch was soft and warm, carrying a hint of the mist from the bathroom, making it slightly damp.

In almost an instant, Iker's face turned red. He lowered his head, and even his elongated neck flushed.

This was the first time Cheyenne had seen Master Iker in such a "shy" state, and she couldn't help but find it amusing.

"Master Iker, your reaction... Could it be that you're still... um..."

Her teasing words hadn't fully left her mouth when she heard the sound of rushing water, and then, a warm and wet hand covered her lips. Iker slightly sat up, one hand on her shoulder, and the other covering her alluring red lips. He gazed at her with surprised, uncertain eyes. The distance between them was less than a fist's width, and this intimate posture fueled wild thoughts.

"Cheyenne, look quickly! I found the cure!" a loud and excited voice rang out from the door, as Grandpa came in, holding a medical book. When he saw the scene in the room, he froze for a moment. His smiling face gradually faded, replaced by a fierce, furious expression.

He exploded in anger. "What on earth are you two doing?"

Startled by her grandpa's sudden outburst, Cheyenne instinctively pushed herself away, and the two silver needles she had held between her fingers slipped out.

"Hiss..."

Iker, in pain, furrowed his brows and half-sat up, splashing countless water droplets back into the bathtub. It was as if a storm had passed, with bathwater tainted in various hues splattering onto Cheyenne's body and hair.

The room was in utter chaos.

"Iker Todd!" the words were squeezed out as if through clenched teeth, filled with immense anger.

He hadn't expected things to turn out like this.

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