She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 524: The Buns

Chapter 524: The Buns

Chris raised his eyebrows and let out a heavy sigh, then dialed a number on his phone. Before long, the call connected. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He disclosed everything to the man on the other end, and Kelvin, instead of getting angry, responded with a sexy, husky laugh. "I knew she couldn't be fooled. She's such a smart person... Alright, come back, and have Spider protect her in secret."

"Okay."

Before he could even ask Mr. Foley if the expenses from today would be reimbursed, the ruthless Mr. Foley had already hung up the phone.

Beep beep beep...

Chris hadn't had a chance to ask Mr. Foley if he could reimburse today's expenses.

The next day, 9:30 a. m., the Lawrence Villa.

The sunlight outside the window shone through the French windows, casting specks of white light on the floor from the lace curtains adorned with white daisies.

On the light green checkered bed, a woman was fast asleep. She was wearing a white V-neck camisole nightgown, with her exposed beautiful back and arms looking strikingly fair.

Her long, flowing, chestnut hair was scattered on the bedsheets, and each strand appeared soft and delicate.

Her breathing was even and long, and she seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Cheyenne had helped Mr. Owen study the diagram yesterday afternoon, and then spent most of the night reading medical books on magic until it was almost five in the morning before she fell asleep. She'd barely slept for less than five hours when she was awakened by a series of knocks at the door.

The knocking roused her from her slumber, but she was so tired that she couldn't even open her eyes, so she chose to roll over.

She picked up a pillow and covered her head with it, intending to continue sleeping.

She didn't respond, but the person outside continued knocking incessantly, undeterred.

"Cheyenne... Wake up, it's good to sleep and rise early for your health."

He was so annoying.

"Cheyenne, wake up! The weather outside is lovely, let me take you out for a walk, maybe some shopping?"

'I don't want to go out!'

"Cheyenne, my dear little Cheyenne. The breakfast I ordered for you is here, and it's so delicious. If you don't get up now, there won't be any left!"

Breakfast!

Cheyenne finally fluttered her eyelids and, forcing her eyelids open with her hands, she stared blankly at the ceiling above.

She was in a dazed state, but decided to eat breakfast and then go back to sleep.

Cheyenne responded with a word and immediately got up, walking barefoot towards the bathroom.

She brushed her teeth, splashed some water on her face, couldn't be bothered with moisturizer, and threw on a thin summer scarf before heading downstairs.

On the dining table, there was an array of breakfast items, all of which she loved to eat.

Omari, wearing a white shirt paired with a black vest, was humming a song while earnestly setting the table, appearing like a standard restaurant server. However, his "beautiful" singing voice might push this establishment to the brink of bankruptcy.

Cheyenne froze on the stairs, took a sharp breath, and detected the scent of steamed buns, soy milk, fried dough sticks, scallion pancakes, and sticky rice cakes lingering in the air... She licked her lips. She walked up behind Omari, suddenly patting his shoulder and gravely advising, "Mr. Lara, please, I beg you, do not go sing this song on the street. Do you know life is still beautiful?"

The spoon in Omari's hand fell into the plate with a crisp sound, and as soon as he caught sight of Cheyenne, a smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

Upon hearing her assessment of him, he bit his lip in frustration, attempting to defend himself. He widened his charming eyes, shimmering with anticipation, and looked at Cheyenne, saying eagerly, "Cheyenne, please listen carefully again. Am I really a bad singer? You can say I'm ugly, but it's hard to argue that I can't sing!"

"No, I beg you, please don't. I've run out of cotton balls to plug my ears at home."

Pfft! It struck a heavy blow to Omari.

Finally, Omari fell silent and took a seat closest to her. He reached out and picked up a steamed bun from the plate.

"Here, Cheyenne, have a vegetable bun first. Their buns are delicious."

Cheyenne was someone who loved meat, so when she heard the words "vegetable bun," her eyebrows furrowed in displeasure.

"Mr. Lara, I remember you always only eat meat buns. Why suddenly switch to vegetarian?"

At this point, Omari had to show off his genius IQ of 120+.

He cleared his throat and immediately rolled up his sleeves, proudly demonstrating how he turned the situation around with reverse thinking.

"Cheyenne, you have to praise my unmatched wit here. I truly feel that it's a waste for me not to be the President! Being a mere lawyer is wasting my talent."

With a self-satisfied expression, he picked up the metal fork from the plate, turned his head left and right, using it as a mirror.

"Enough of the small talk, let's get to the point!"

She couldn't help but wonder: Are all lawyers as talkative and long-winded as Mr. Lara?

Cheyenne lightly kicked him. No pain!

It even felt sweet in Omari's heart. Cheyenne's stern and fierce appearance was truly adorable.

He decided to consider it as Cheyenne's way of expressing affection.

"I bought meat buns from their place before, but they were filled with vegetables."

"Really? That's amazing!"

A casual compliment, devoid of any extra emotion.

With those words, Cheyenne picked up a bun, sniffed it, and found it smelled good. She prepared to take a bite.

Omari continued, "So I thought, if the meat buns have vegetables inside, could it be that the vegetable buns have meat?" "Is that so? You're really great!"

She praised him absentmindedly, without a trace of extra sentiment.

As she bit into the bun, her eyes widened in shock.

The taste of meat filled her mouth...

She quickly chewed twice and swallowed the food eagerly.

Locking eyes with Mr. Lara, both of them exclaimed in astonishment, their voices harmonizing, "This reverse thinking is truly brilliant!"

After finishing breakfast, Cheyenne rubbed her slightly bloated belly and stood up from the chair, supporting her waist. She looked as if she were six months pregnant, struggling with the weight.

Omari rolled up his sleeves and resignedly tidied up the remnants on the table. You see, at home, he was the kind of person who never even had to wring out his own face towel.

But in front of Cheyenne, he always took the initiative to do the chores.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her contented smile after overeating, and Omari smiled from the depths of his heart.

As long as she was happy, he was willing to do anything.

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