She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 256: Wanting Cheyenne to Be Her Sister-in-law Kate was feeling extremely irritable and had no one to confide in. If she told her brother, he might get so angry that he would kill Timothy. Her brother was such a gentle person and should focus on his career, which he loved so much. As for Reece, she couldn't even tell him because he would probably make fun of her.

After thinking it over, the only person she could share this with was her best friend Cheyenne. Kate called her up but unfortunately Cheyenne was taking a shower upstairs and Iker answered the phone instead “May I ask who's calling?" A man's voice cfrom the other end of the line!!! This shocked Kate and she didn't say anything at first. She quickly checked the number she dialed on her phone screen and saw that it was indeed Cheyenne's number.

The voice sounded quite nice actually, somewhat husky but not at all old - like a young man in his mid-twenties or so.

Iker waited for stbut didn't hear any response from Kate. He frowned slightly as it interrupted his reading progress before finally answering, "Hello handsome... I mean... I'm looking for Cheyenne. Is she there?" The man instinctively looked up at the closed door of the second floor bathroom before replying coldly, "She's taking a shower right now, not convenient." Before Kate could say anything else, the man hung up quickly and went back to burying himself in his book without any care.

Kate stood alone on the green field with wind blowing around her hair while hearing "beep beep beep..." noise coming from her phone speaker.

That handsguy just said that Cheyenne was taking a shower! Did this mean they were together now? She started to have dirty thoughts about them both! At stthough, deep down inside herself, Kate felt happy for Cheyenne too! Cheyenne finally moved on and tried to accept someone else! It was just too bad that this guy wasn't her brother! She still wanted Cheyenne as her sister-in-law...

Meanwhile at the Lawrence Villa...

Cheyenne had just stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in nothing but a delicate, expensive, white Japanese robe. Her long, wet hair cascaded down her back, and water droplets trickled from the tips of her hair, tracing a path down her chest, emphasizing her alluring curves.

Her flushed cheeks, kissed by the steam, appeared even rosier, and her clear, shining eyes focused on Iker. As she used a towel to dry her hair, she asked, "What's wrong? Who called?" Iker's gaze finally shifted from her, and he couldn't help but wonder if this woman had any idea what danger meant. Here she was, sitting in front of him so casually, drying her hair, tilting her neck to the side. Her clothing had slipped, revealing the graceful and elongated swan-like curve of her neck. It was captivating, and she seemed blissfully unaware of it.

Iker used to think of himself as having excellent self-control. During training, he had even faced the temptation of beautiful bodies. Back then, he could look at those sleek, clean female figures without a hint of change in his expression. He was the first to complete training in the shortest tamong his peers.

People used to think he either didn't like women or had skind of personal issue because he appeared completely unfazed by even the most appealing figures. However, Cheyenne was just drying her hair in front of him, and he found himself struggling to maintain his composure. His typically stern expression felt a little warm. Fortunately, Iker's skin wasn't particularly fair, so any blush wasn't immediately visible.

Iker was convinced that Cheyenne had skind of toxin that was causing this unusual reaction in him.

"It's a call from a girl named Kate. I answered it for you earlier, but she didn't say much, just that she wanted to speak with you," Iker informed Cheyenne.

Cheyenne wasn't surprised that Kate was calling; they often chatted and interacted on Messenger. Still, she was curious about why Kate had chosen to call instead. With her hair almost half-dried, Cheyenne ran her fingers through it. Her fair hand and the strands of her hair complemented each other, creating a captivating sight. She casually left the towel used to dry her hair on the couch and headed towards the bedroom upstairs, phone in hand.

Observing her departure, Iker couldn't help but offer a piece of advice, "Miss Lawrence, it's better for girls to dry their hair thoroughly, especially in this weather. Or else you might catch cold." He, a patient, was offering advice to a doctor?

Cheyenne's lip twitched, but she recognized the well-intentioned m reminder. She turned to him, smiled, and replied nonchalantly, "It's okay in the summer. Thanks, though." With that, she left without hesitation, her figure disappearing at the staircase.

Only when the door closed did Iker snap back to reality. Her smile just now resembled that of a siren, the kind that lured people in with her otherworldly beauty. His gaze landed on the white towel left on the couch, where a faint chestnut-colored strand of hair was clearly visible.

He picked it up and brought it close to his nose and took a couple of subtle sniffs, he detected a faint scent of magnolia. It was Cheyenne's scent.

It was subtle but incredibly alluring.