Became A Queen After divorce

After returning from the Todd mansion, Cheyenne contacted Omari the next day and met him at a coffee shop.

The agreed time was 3 PM, so she lazed around and slept until 1 PM.

After a simple wash-up, she played a game of Candy Crush before heading to the coffee shop.

“Left Bank Cafe, the seat by the window.”

The man was wearing a silver-grey three-piece suit with double-breasted buttons and sat there. Perhaps because the weather was a bit hot, he took off his jacket.

It exposed the white shirt and vest inside, also revealing the perfect figure without reservation.

With a handsome appearance, under the sunlight, he looked like a rich young master who walked out of the TV, attracting countless ladies’ attention.

Finally, a woman wearing a white long dress walked over in high heels and her small hand naturally rested on his shoulder.

“Hey, handsome, can I friend you on Facebook?”

“Sorry, I don’t have Facebook account,” Omari smiled and turned his head. Looking at him up close, she felt he was incredibly handsome. His deep-set eyes were filled with tenderness that seemed to drown people in them.

In this day and age, how could anyone not use Facebook? He was just rejecting her indirectly.

The woman looked embarrassed on her face and said unwillingly, “Then… can I have your phone number?”

“Sorry, if it’s work-related, please call my office number. As for my personal number, it’s accessible to my friends only.”

Saying that, Omari casually removed the small hand placed on his shoulder.

This gentle man who resembled a male god was even more difficult to hate when he rejected someone.

The woman left in frustration muttering under her breath as she turned around, “Completely unable to flirt with him!”Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

She wasn’t paying attention while walking and bumped into a woman coming towards her.

“Sorry!”

Cheyenne squinted at her before giving a faint smile. “It doesn’t matter.”

Omari also saw Cheyenne entering the door and quickly stood up from his seat with an even gentler smile on his handsome face.

“Cheyenne, are you okay?”

He walked over to Cheyenne and held onto her shoulders while looking at her up and down. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Omari seemed to be overreacting.

“I’m not a porcelain doll that shatters at the slightest touch,” she retorted, annoyed.

Omari smiled, his voice as smooth as silk in her ear. “In my eyes, Cheyenne needs more protection than a porcelain doll.”

Cheyenne was speechless at his words. “I’m a ninth-degree black belt in taekwondo…”

“But you can never beat me,” Omari interrupted.

It was true; she had never been able to defeat him in combat.

As they left, the woman in the white dress stood there stunned.

Did she hear correctly? The man who had ignored her advances was now being so gentle and attentive towards another woman?

She looked curiously at Cheyenne beside him who was wearing a long white t-shirt that came down just below her thighs with white socks and canvas shoes on her feet. Her hair was casually tied up into a bun, making her look innocent and young.

Her outfit didn’t seem to fit into this high-end coffee shop setting. She couldn’t understand why she lost out to Cheyenne’s charm…

Feeling an invisible gaze on herself, Cheyenne turned around but saw no one there.

“Cheyenne, have a seat. What would you like to drink?”

“A latte, less sugar.”

“Okay.”

Soon, the waiter brought over the coffee. Cheyenne stirred her spoon lightly and said to Omari, “The Todd family is really something!”

“Shh.” Omari put a finger on his sexy lips and looked around. “There are too many people here. Let’s go inside the private room.”

“Okay.” The private rooms here were expensive and required advance booking. But for Omari, it was no big deal. He could get it done with just one word.

“Mr. Lara, I’m sorry but all of our private rooms are booked today… Would you like to come back another day?” The cafe owner knew Omari well enough to explain apologetically.

Upon hearing this news, Omari furrowed his brow and looked at Cheyenne.

Just then, a customer walked out of Room No. 1.

The tall figure in black looked like a demon from hell, exuding an aura of malevolence. His cold and stern face turned even colder when he saw Cheyenne and the man beside her.

‘How could he be here?’ Cheyenne raised an eyebrow, her smile freezing on her face.