She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 242

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?