She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 233: They Aren't Living in the SRoom The rhythmic and clear sound of knocking startled Tanner and Iker in the living room.

Tanner was pouring tea for Iker when he heard the knocking sound. He paused for seconds before continuing his action, causing tea to overflow from the pot into the cup and onto the white marble table, almost soaking through the newspapers placed on top.

"The water is full,” Iker said disdainfully as he glanced at Tanner out of the corner of his eye while reading a book.

Upon hearing Iker's reminder, Tanner turned around and quickly walked to open the door to see who it was. In front of him stood a man wearing a white shirt with a light blue suit jacket paired with off-white pants that gave off a casual vibe. His captivating eyes were tinged with fatigue as he held several transparent plastic bags filled with steaming food.

When Omari saw Tanner, anger flashed across his eyes. "Who are you?" Tanner couldn't help but be surprised by Omari's reaction. "Didn't we meet last time? Oh... Mr. Lara, right? Just callTanner. Were you looking for Miss Lawrence?" Omari tried to recall if he had ever met this person before but couldn't remember seeing him anywhere. "Why are you here? Where is Cheyenne? I need to find her..." Before Omari could finish speaking, a clear voice suddenly sounded in his ear, the words spoken were ambiguous enough to make one imagine things.

"She was tired last night and is still sleeping now. Please keep your voice down." Sitting elegantly in his wheelchair, the man wore loose black V-neck pajamas paired with matching pants, and dark blue slippers on feet. This houtfit didn't match well with his cold temperament. His sleepwear looked ordinary both in quality and style. It seemed like something bought hastily just so he could have something comfortable enough to wear at home.

Iker's teacup still emitted steam which obscured part of his face. His every move exuded gracefulness and composure.

Upon hearing these words, Omari's face paled. No... it couldn't be. Cheyenne wasn't a playgirl. "Master Iker, could you please explain why you're here at Cheyenne's house?" He placed his breakfast on the table and asked Iker in a cold voice, with a chill in his eyes that felt like a knife at the latter's throat.

Iker was promoted to the rank of Major General at a young age, having truly experienced the cruel battles and witnessed many grand scenes. Omari's sharp eyes were not enough to make him feel afraid. With a calm expression, he picked up the tea cup in front of him and took a sip before saying softly, “I stayed here last night." He spoke calmly, but Omari felt as if a sudden storm had surged in his heart, causing his emotions to fluctuate greatly.

With a sudden movement, a large hand grabbed Iker's collar, the terrifying gaze seeming to want to devour him. The pupils shrank as the flames of anger burned fiercely. "What did you say?" Did he stay with Cheyenne last night? Why? He hadn't even lived in this big villa yet, but Iker, who had only known Cheyenne for less than a month, could live here.

"Mr. Lara, what are you doing? Let go of Master Iker!" Tanner quickly stepped forward to stop the two from fighting as they were about to engage in a physical altercation." Even though Iker had a disability in his legs, he hadn't given up on exercising his body for the past three years. Coupled with a good foundation, if they were to fight, it was hard to say who would cout on top between him and Omari.

Cheyenne heard the noisy commotion downstairs and, feeling annoyed, reached over to grab a pillow and threw it to the foot of her bed. She opened her bleary eyes and stared blankly at the white bay window in front of her. She remembered that she called Kelvin last night, but somehow fell asleep and didn't know what happened afterwards.

Looking at the clock on the desktop, she found it was only half past eight...

With a face full of frustration and helplessness, she got out of bed and stepped into her favorite fluffy white bunny slippers. She was wearing a peach-colored sleep dress with her long hair flowing down, and carrying a blue pillow in her hand as she appeared before everyone.

In sight, chestnut wavy curls cascaded over the fair and round shoulders, revealing a delicate and sexy collarbone. The white nightgown fell just above the knee, showcasing slender calves.

The black circles under her eyes were particularly striking, and the anger in the starry eyes was evident. "What are you two doing? You're making a fuss so early in the morning." The voice was slightly hoarse, with a hint of sweet coquetry.

Both Omari and Iker looked over. Their eyes were filled with surprise and affection at the sight of Cheyenne's adorable side.

Cheyenne had no idea about the tension between the two men. She walked from the staircase to the living room, plopped down on the sofa, and glanced at all of the breakfast food spread out on the table with interest. All of this was her favorite.

Unable to resist temptation any longer, Cheyenne reached out her hand for a sandwich.

But Omari slapped her hand away and gritted his teeth as he asked in frustration, "Cheyenne! Why is he staying here overnight?" "Do I have to answer that?" Cheyenne replied nonchalantly.

The man nodded seriously. "Yes."

With so much breakfast food in front of them both, Cheyenne was feeling pretty good, so she answered him, "Master Iker will be living withfrom now on!" As soon as she finished speaking those words, it seemed like Omari's heart had been pierced by a thousand needles.

"What?" Omari shouted loudly, which made Cheyenne feel like her heart was going to jump out of her chest. She quickly covered it with one hand while saying, "Mr. Lara, you...”

"Cheyenne! I don't agree!" Omari cut Ilker with off what she wanted to say decisively while looking at Iker with an om aggrieved expression – why did this guy get to live together with Cheyenne? Cheyenne stared at him incredulously. Why did he have such a strong reaction?

"Why don't you agree? This is my Mr. Lara hafter all! If Mr. Lara wants to pay rent then isn't it normal forEn.

rent a room out?" After hearing Cheyenne's words, Omari almost bit his own tongue.

Renting... renting a room? So they weren't actually living together as he thought they were!