She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 56: Gentle Woman

Chapter 56: Gentle Woman

Her fingertips were slightly cold as they gently pressed against his leg through her milky-white rubber gloves.

The chill spread from his skin all throughout his bloodstream; however, where there were red spots from wounds or injuries on him felt warmer than other parts of him did.

When Cheyenne's hand covered those areas on him, Iker couldn't help but feel comfortable - almost wishing that she could stay like this for longer than just a few minutes...

It was an unexpected thought without any sexual desire behind it - something that even surprised himself!

Before, he had let others massage his legs, but as soon as they touched him, he felt embarrassed.

But when it was Cheyenne, it didn't seem so hard to accept.

When she got serious, she seemed like a completely different person. Her face was very dignified and serious, her almond eyes fixed on his legs.

Iker grabbed the hem of his robe and pressed it tightly against his legs. Only a pair of black hairy calves were exposed.

Cheyenne saw his leg for the first time and a hint of disgust appeared on her face. "Master Iker has so much leg hair even though your face is smooth and handsome."

Come to think of it, Kelvin's leg hair doesn't seem too little either.

"Ahem... Cheyenne, focus on treating Master Iker," Layne couldn't help but cough lightly with embarrassment written all over his face.

Yet she continued muttering to herself, "This is just a fact. And I heard that people with lots of body hair had strong sexual desires!"

Her voice was small but both men in the room heard it clearly.

"Ha!" Layne choked on water that had just entered his mouth. He coughed continuously before covering his neck with one hand and walking out towards the door, saying, "I... I'll go drink some water first. Cheyenne! I'll deal with you when I come back."

Meanwhile, Iker was even more embarrassed. He stared at the woman in front of him with a cold and handsome face.

If you look carefully, it is not difficult to notice a hint of shyness in his eyes.

"Miss Lawrence seems to be very experienced!"

Knowing that he was mocking her, Cheyenne instead lifted her head and gave him a disdainful glance, then chuckled softly.

"Not many, can be counted on one pair of hands."

"You!"

Shameless!

Iker's lips pressed into a straight line, his gaze coldly staring at her, he wanted to speak but stopped himself.

"Alright, what's so surprising? Could it be that Master Iker is still... a virgin?" She suddenly leaned forward, her hands on the wheelchair, and approached him.

As he spoke, his breath was as fragrant as orchids.

Warm breath slowly sprayed onto his earlobes, causing a tingling sensation.

In front of his eyes was a pair of clear and smiling eyes. She looked like a little fox who had discovered some secret, completely wicked.

"Miss Lawrence, please behave yourself!"

Cheyenne muttered to herself "you're boring" and withdrew her gaze.

She squatted down in front of him again, gently holding Iker's calf with both hands. She observed the raised veins on his legs, resembling thick, sturdy earthworms crawling across his skin. Very ugly.

The scabbed-over holes on his knees faintly revealed the severity of the injuries he had sustained back then.

Her fingers trailed up his leg, stopping at his knees and applying a bit of pressure.

"Does it hurt?"

Iker squinted his upturned eyes, gritted his teeth, as if he was trying hard to endure the pain and said, "It doesn't hurt."

'Can't he feel any pain at all?

It seemed that the bone tissue had been necrotic for many days, hence the lack of sensation.

Her fair and tender little hand continued downwards, pressing on the spot just below his knee with slightly increased force.

"What about this?"

He shook his head, but he was getting a little impatient. "Can you do it or not? I've told you I don't feel any pain!" He almost shouted out the last sentence.

Iker had been disabled for three years. At the beginning, he still had hope and went to get checked.

Every time the doctor asked him in the same way, and the result was always the same. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

His legs really felt nothing.

Later on, Iker refused to undergo any further examinations and declined any arrangements made by his father for him. Despite his raging anger, Cheyenne remained calm and even smiled gently.

Her lips were as rosy as cherries as she pouted slightly and spoke softly, "Master Iker, I was going easy on you just now. Whether I can do it or not, you should try it first and then talk!"

Cheyenne suddenly placed her hands on his calf and pressed her thumb onto the wound with all her strength.

"Ah!"

Iker let out a muffled groan in the empty bedroom that was deep and magnetic.

The slight pain disappeared in an instant but he could still feel it vividly.

After groaning in pain, he looked surprised. "My... my leg!"

"Do you feel the pain?"

Cheyenne lifted her head up revealing tiny beads of sweat on her fair forehead which accentuated her stunningly beautiful face. She held back a breath due to exertion from earlier which caused a blush to appear on both sides of her cheeks like pink clouds.

"Don't you think you overreact? You barely used any force."

"Are you women the type who can't even open a mineral water bottle cap when you're gentle, but when you're angry, you can crack open a person's skull without a problem?" Iker sneered in a low voice.

Cheyenne chuckled. "Well, I'm one of those who can't even open a mineral water bottle," she admitted. Her hands were still feeling sore.

"If your leg can still feel pain, it means the bone tissue hasn't completely necrotized. It's just that over these three years, you haven't found a good doctor for proper treatment," Cheyenne explained.

His father had arranged for him to see renowned doctors both domestically and internationally during these three years. How could she say he hadn't found good doctors?

But then again, she was just an inexperienced young girl in her early twenties who spoke without thinking sometimes.

"Now, treatment is possible, but it will be somewhat challenging," Cheyenne continued as she stood up from the ground. She felt dizzy all of sudden due to squatting down for too long and fell forward uncontrollably into darkness.

"Be careful!" Iker warned.

In the next moment, the woman's soft body fell onto his lap. He was unable to avoid it due to being in a wheelchair.

He could only be held tightly by Cheyenne.

As their bodies touched, the soft sensation in his arms suddenly caught him off guard and entered his mind.

His large hands were still holding onto her waist, feeling the smoothness and warmth of her skin. He discreetly pinched it.

Were all women's waists this slender?

Cheyenne was startled by his cold and stern face so close to hers. Her face turned even redder like a rose.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to."

In that moment when she left, Iker felt somewhat regretful. Pretending not to care, he replied, "It's okay. Just be more careful next time."

"What are you guys doing?" An extremely angry voice came from the door.

Cheyenne turned around and stiffened at once.