She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 55: Is Miss Lawrence Pretty?

Chapter 55: Is Miss Lawrence Pretty?

Later, her grandfather taught her many skills.

She thought it was a scam at first, but it turned out to be real!

Although Cheyenne started late, she was very talented and had an incredible memory.

After just a few years, she reached a level that others might not achieve in their lifetime. Layne regretted not finding her earlier.

Lost in thought, they were already approaching the Todd mansion.

The grandfather and granddaughter exchanged a glance and planned to work together later on.

Iker's Estate.

Although the exterior of the building was European-style with Gothic spires and clock towers, inside it had minimalist decor.

There were few servants inside the house besides the security guard at the door. It felt cold and empty despite its size.

To make it easier for Iker to come and go freely, there were no thresholds on any of the doors.

One of his former subordinates became his servant and worked as the butler here too. He looked young, around twenty-five or six years old, with a baby face framed by long eyelashes over his big eyes.

He spoke with a smile, like an 18-year-old boy, which made people feel good about him.

He flashed Cheyenne a sweet smile, revealing his adorable dimples and extended his hand. "Hello, old Mr. Edwards and Miss Lawrence. My name is Tanner Mercado, the steward of the young master. You can call me Tanner from now on."

Cheyenne was quite interested in him and nodded while extending her hand to shake his. "Hi, Tanner! How old are you this year? You seem to be around my age."

Tanner widened his eyes in surprise and quickly withdrew his hand while blushing profusely like an innocent boy.

He answered Cheyenne's question unexpectedly. "Miss Lawrence, I am already twenty-five years old this year and have been serving in the army for ten years."

Huh?

Only twenty-five years old but has served in the army for ten years? Is he joking?

A cold voice sounded behind Cheyenne like melting snow in a mountain forest - clear yet icy.

"He grew up in a temple since childhood and followed me when he was fifteen," said the voice.

Cheyenne turned around to look at him with admiration shining through her eyes.

To be honest, The Todd family's young master had better looks than Kelvin; after all, he survived under life-threatening circumstances which gave off an aura of toughness and resilience about him.

Now he was wearing a white bathrobe, her short wet hair clinging to her ears, revealing a finely chiseled and handsome face. The collar was slightly open, showing off his smooth bronze skin and well-defined muscles. How could he maintain such good physique for three years despite being disabled? His granddaughter stared at his chest without blinking, even suspecting that she was drooling.

Layne's face turned black and he secretly stepped on Cheyenne's foot. She looked back with some anger and asked in a low voice with pouting red lips, "Grandpa, why did you step on me?"

"Don't embarrass the Edwards family by staring like that! You're about to pop your eyeballs out!" He remembered how handsome he used to be when he was young in the capital city. To put it mildly, he was even more handsome than this young man named Iker. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Of course, now he was old, wrinkles cover his face.

Iker noticed the eye contact between these two. In fact, when Cheyenne stared at his chest for that momentary second earlier on, he already felt disdainful towards her behavior.

Iker hates women and especially hates boy crazy!

He didn't expect Cheyenne to be a boy crazy which disappointed him greatly.

"Miss Lawrence, do you think I look good?" His voice sounded too calm but Cheyenne could feel his slight anger.

Those bright and beautiful eyes still scrutinized the man's figure. Propping her chin up with one hand, she nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad, Master Iker has a standard model figure."

"May I ask, Master Iker, how do you maintain your physique?"

At these words, Iker was even more exasperated. This woman was too good at pushing his buttons.

He suddenly regretted agreeing to let her treat him.

"Shut up! If you keep making noise, I'll throw you out!" Iker snapped coldly. His voice echoed throughout the hall.

A cold aura emanated from him that made people unable to look directly at him.

Cheyenne let out an "Oh", then stretched out her tender hand to make a motion as if she were pulling up a zipper over her mouth. Then she smiled with pursed lips.

Her eyebrows curved like crescent moons. She... she was kind of cute...

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Iker felt like he must be seeing things. He shook his head secretly and cleared his mind of any thoughts.

"Now I need to observe the extent of Master Iker's leg injury first. Tanner, please arrange a room as soon as possible." Layne gave an order.

Tanner quickly went upstairs and returned shortly.

"Mr. Edwards, the room upstairs is ready."

"Okay, thank you."

The room was incredibly empty, with only a double bed and a bright lamp on a table. The black and white decor gave off an icy chill that matched his decisive personality.

Iker had expected old Mr. Edwards to treat him himself, but instead the elderly man had specifically requested Miss Lawrence. "Cheyenne, come take a look at Master Iker," he instructed.

"Old Mr. Edwards... she?" Iker's eyebrows furrowed in displeasure at the sight of the young and delicate-looking woman before him.

She hardly seemed capable of saving lives with her fair skin and fragile hands.

Cheyenne knew he looked down on her but didn't let it bother her as she pulled out a pair of white rubber gloves from her bag and put them on methodically.

Under the light, her fingers were slender like works of art, perfect in every way imaginable, not something one would expect to see in real life.

Yet here they were resting on his bathrobe.

The white of the bathrobe and the off-white of the rubber gloves created a subtle contrast, but it was pleasing to the eye.

A beautiful voice whispered in Iker's ear, "Don't be nervous, Master Iker. If you knew that I'm just winging it too, you'd be even more nervous. Hahaha."

Iker listened to her words and furrowed his brow.

Staring at her stunningly beautiful face with gritted teeth, he asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"Just joking. Let's get started," she said with a smile before opening up his bathrobe.

A cool breeze blew by as Iker blushed uncontrollably and clenched his hands on the armrests of his wheelchair.

He had thought it was old Mr. Edwards coming to treat himself, so he hadn't bothered wearing any underwear!