She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127: I'm Uneducated and Can't Understand

The woman in front of him lowered her head slightly, and from his perspective, he could only see the shadow cast by her long eyelashes on her fair face.

When the breeze blew, her eyelashes trembled slightly, covering the fleeting light in her eyes.

"So? Is my question difficult to answer? Miss Lawrence."

Davon reached out and lifted the woman's chin. Cheyenne was forced to look up and meet his gaze.

Undeniably, although she was a divorced woman, she was the most alluring and beautiful woman he had ever met.

Cheyenne shook her head lightly, avoiding his hand and smiling faintly. "Master Davon, your question is indeed difficult to answer. I don't know if you want me to tell you the truth or lie."

"Of course it's the truth!"

As soon as he spoke, a hint of melancholy emotion appeared on Cheyenne's face.

"I can't save Master Iker for now. At present, I can only alleviate his pain."

In fact, she wasn't lying. She really couldn't save Iker for now but if she could break through, there would still be hope.

If this were true, then it undoubtedly pleased Davon who forcibly suppressed his inner joy with an impeccable expression on his face.

"Well... Miss Lawrence... is there nothing your grandpa can do? You come to treat my brother every day for half a month, but I haven't seen your grandpa for some time."

Grandpa?

Cheyenne only knew that he went to Yocmery but as for what he did there; she had no idea either.

"Grandpa went searching for medicine because treating those stubborn sores that Master Iker has requires an herb called Cinchona."

Davon couldn't help doubting it with his eyes narrowed slightly. "Well, if old Mr. Edwards needs herbs, just inform us. We can't have him run around for it."

"Master Davon, you know, Cinchona grows initially in South America's Andes Mountains but later introduced into our country. However, it only grows in tropical regions, so when using it, we need to extract quinine from its bark. Thus, Grandpa personally went there."

Davon didn't understand medical knowledge at all so seeing Cheyenne speak with such authority made him gradually dispel any doubts while turning towards another more lethal topic instead. "Miss Lawrence, you shone brightly at the banquet two days ago! By the way, when did you become good friends with my elder brother? His unfriendly temper even makes me feel him unapproachable."

He leisurely looked at Cheyenne and reached out to flick his bangs in front of his forehead. He still had that gentle and amiable gentleman appearance.

Cheyenne was thrown into the cold water and found it difficult to move because of his words.

Her pink tongue licked the back of her teeth, and she lifted her head with an unusually sweet smile as she replied, "Actually, Master Iker isn't as scary as you might think. He just has a little bit too proud."

Davon couldn't help but chuckle. His brother, who was known for his ruthlessness and cold-blooded nature, described by her as a little bit too proud.

She was defending Iker, just like she did at the banquet that night. She even confronted the President's daughter in order to bring Iker back into the public eye.

Is it worth it?

Davon took a step forward, his tall body bending down. His lips blew a gentle breath into her ear, and the warm air brushed against her earlobe, quickly turning it red.