Became A Queen After divorce

Davon, with his “knowing” eyes, glanced back and forth between the two, his laughter carrying a hint of suggestive undertones, echoing in their ears.

“I didn’t expect Miss Lawrence to have such a perfect figure, even the maid outfit looks different on her. No wonder my elder brother was moved!”

Upon hearing this, Cheyenne’s face flushed and she hesitated to speak.

She really wanted to argue that she had only taken a bath here.

Upon second thought, if she were to say that she took a shower here, wouldn’t it be making matters worse?

It was better to remain silent.

Iker took the initiative to defend her and said, “Miss Lawrence and I are not what you think. It’s hard to explain in one sentence, and I don’t need to explain it to you.”

“Let’s talk about the real issue.”

Master Iker truly lived up to his name, he was just that domineering.

One sentence interrupted the explicit topic and suddenly lowered the temperature of the surrounding air by several degrees.

Cheyenne sat obediently next to Iker, lowering her head and adopting a submissive posture that only fueled Kelvin’s anger even more.

She was pretending again!

Despite being a spoiled and shameless woman, she put on this shy and sweet act in front of Iker. Kelvin had always despised her attempts to please him with this attitude before, but now he couldn’t accept it when she used the same approach with others.

Cheyenne really didn’t discriminate when it came to men. Not only did she go after Mr. Lara, but also someone like Iker who was disabled.

Feeling his disdainful gaze on her, Cheyenne grew angry. Who was he to judge?

They were already divorced, so whoever she chose to be with was her own business. Unlike him who had an affair with his childhood sweetheart when they were still married.

To spite Kelvin, Cheyenne deliberately picked up an orange from the table. Her slender fingers were delicate and fair-skinned like works of art as they elegantly peeled away at the fruit.

The three of them started discussing business matters.

It turned out that Kelvin had come to visit Iker because he was hosting the business summit where Miss Davidson had requested for Master Iker’s attendance or else she wouldn’t show up herself.

But who doesn’t know that ever since the car accident three years ago, Master Iker has been a recluse, let alone attending such boring parties with crowds of people.

“I’m not going!” Iker refused Kelvin’s invitation without hesitation.

He knew Kelvin invited him only because Kelvin wanted to please Emily and meet the President.

He also knew that Emily wanted to see him not for apologizing to him.

“Iker, don’t be so quick to refuse. Miss Davidson just wants to catch up with you. We grew up together as friends. Besides, the more you avoid it, the more the media out there might think you haven’t moved on yet.”

“What they say outside is their business! I don’t want to go, and no one can force me.” As Iker said this, his gaze was mostly fixed on Kelvin. It was clear that he was warning Kelvin.

Unfazed, Kelvin replied nonchalantly, “If Master Iker doesn’t want to go, then that’s fine. I’m just a messenger.”

There were other ways for him to see the President anyway.

Cheyenne unknowingly peeled an orange and handed it over to Iker.

This small gesture left both men stunned.

Iker never expected her to peel an orange for him. The cold, slippery sensation was fleeting, and it was her fingertips that he felt. Kelvin, on the other hand, was simply angry.

She loved oranges and had even playfully demanded that he peel one for her before. At the auction last time, even Mr. Lara himself peeled an orange for her.

Now she had peeled one for Iker herself. It seemed that in her heart, Iker held a special place.

Kelvin suddenly remembered the pen she gave him and felt foolish for having it repaired. Even if it were fixed now, it would never be the same as before.

“Go attend it and have some fun outside,” Cheyenne said with a light laugh. Upon hearing this, Iker’s stern expression softened as he turned to look at her seriously and replied, “I don’t need to.”

“You do need to,” Cheyenne insisted gently. “Sometimes we are our own worst enemy by not letting ourselves move forward.”

What plagued Iker more than his physical disability was his emotional turmoil – something much harder to cure than any leg ailment could ever be.

In three years’ time, the once righteous and brave, confident man had become violent and insecure. He always curled up in his own fantasies. Everywhere was mockery and darkness.

Listening to Cheyenne’s advice, Iker fell into deep thought.

Looking down at the orange in his palm, he suddenly put it in his mouth. It tasted sweet and sour, the best orange he had ever eaten.

Should he try it?

Go out and embrace the sunshine?

Iker was actually very conflicted and nervous. He had tried to live a normal life before – occasionally going out for a walk. But every time he went out, all he received were sympathetic or mocking looks from others.

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“Are you going too?” Cheyenne’s lips twitched slightly at his words.

Was he a primary school student who needed someone else to accompany him before doing anything?

“What am I supposed to do there with my identity? Let’s just forget about it,” Cheyenne laughed at herself with self-awareness.

The Lawrence family couldn’t even be considered third-rate aristocrats in Akloit. If she went there, she would only be mocked by the so-called high society ladies. It was better for her to stay at home and study medicine.

Davon took the initiative to invite her, “Miss Lawrence, if you’re willing, why don’t you come with me and have some fun?”

As soon as Davon finished speaking, Iker grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back. “You are naturally my companion,” he said dominantly.

Cheyenne turned to glare at him. What did it have to do with her?

Iker snorted and said arrogantly, “If you don’t go, then I won’t go either.”

Was this still the ruthless major general? She had heard that Iker was cruel and would torture prisoners in various ways.

Now he was acting… cute in front of her? Anyway, Cheyenne was scared and agreed reluctantly.

“Okay. I’ll go with you.”

After finishing their conversation, Kelvin should also leave soon. He didn’t even look at Cheyenne before getting up to leave.

“I should also leave now; see you tomorrow.” With that said, Cheyenne stood up.