She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 95: Don'T Even Think About Anything Else

Chapter 95: Don't Even Think About Anything Else

Cheyenne was back, and once again she was tasked with treating Iker's legs. This time, her grandfather Layne didn't come along and had to return to Yrose for two days, leaving Cheyenne alone.

After giving Iker some acupuncture treatment, her beautiful fair forehead was covered in glistening sweat drops. A few drops of sweat also hung on the tip of her petite nose which turned red from the heat. Her rosy cheeks made her look even more adorable.

Iker wasn't feeling well either; this time the pain was even more intense. It felt like millions of ants were crawling through his veins up and down his legs causing an unbearable itchiness and pain.

His knee was full of needles that looked so dense that it made one's scalp tingle just by looking at them.

His large hands clenched into fists on both sides of his wheelchair armrests as he tapped his fingers against the metal edge leaving deep marks behind. Sweat dripped from his palms.

He was clad in a white, lightweight bathrobe, slightly open at the collar, revealing a chest with a sun- kissed bronze hue.

The water glistened, as tight and smooth as rose petals.

Sensuous yet exuding a wild charm.

Just a single glance made Cheyenne's ears turn red. She had only seen Kelvin's naked body her whole life.

'Hmm, even though Master Iker is in a wheelchair, his physique is no less impressive than Kelvin's.' she thought to herself.

"What are you looking at?" A cold and oppressive voice came from above, causing her to almost choke on her own saliva in fear.

She pouted her lips in dissatisfaction and retorted, "Who said I was looking at you? I just happened to glance over. Don't flatter yourself, there's nothing interesting about you."

Iker's cold aura intensified as he spoke with a frosty gaze. "Do you want to try me? Just because I'm disabled doesn't mean I'm incapable like you think."

His words contained a hint of suggestive meaning that made her feel uneasy. She glared at him immediately.

"You... you... have no shame!"

"Don't act so innocent. I have no interest in you. Just focus on treating my legs and you'll get well paid, but don't expect anything else from me." Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

'What do I expect from you? If I really want to remarry, even choosing Omari will be better than you!' she thought.

"Master Iker, you're too confident. Don't worry, you're not my type," she said and deliberately added more pressure when removing the needles, which caused him to wince in pain.

He suspected that she deliberately did it to get back at him but had no evidence.

He didn't want this woman to underestimate him; he gritted his teeth and endured the pain without making a sound.

This only made the sweat pour down even more.

After finishing their treatment, both of them were sweating profusely. Cheyenne was wearing a blue dress that accentuated her curves, exuding a silent charm.

Tanner walked in with two maids and two white towels in his hands.

"Master Iker, would you like to take a bath?"

Iker nodded and glanced at Cheyenne before leaving. Seeing her dress sticking to her body, he kindly suggested, "Miss Lawrence, why don't you take a shower here before going back? You're covered in sweat... you might stink up the pedestrians."

Cheyenne felt embarrassed and angry as she sniffed at herself. "Thank you," she gritted through her teeth.

"Tanner, please escort Miss Lawrence," Iker instructed.

"Yes."

One of the maids led Cheyenne back to the room where she had stayed before - it was spotless as usual.

The maid explained on their way there. "Miss Lawrence, this room is specially reserved for you by Master Iker himself; we clean it every day."

"Oh." Cheyenne wondered what this meant - that it was reserved for her?

The maid only took Cheyenne's silence as shyness and chuckled softly.

Cheyenne didn't realize until she entered the bathroom that everything was provided, even face wash and facial masks.

"That guy doesn't look like he uses facial masks." She finally understood what the maid meant.

"If you need anything else, Miss Lawrence, just let me know. I'll be waiting outside," the maid said before leaving.

"Thank you, but I don't need anything else right now," Cheyenne replied as the maid left. She closed the door behind her and unzipped her dress with one hand.

After washing away all of her sweat in the shower, she realized that there was one problem: she didn't have any clean clothes to change into! The dress she had been wearing was wet from water and sweat; it would be impossible for her to continue wearing it.

Desperate, she knocked on the bathroom door and said with a trembling voice. "Hello? Is anyone there?"

She heard some rustling outside; someone must have come over. Thinking it was the maid who had just left moments ago, Cheyenne felt relieved. "Excuse me, Miss... could you help me find some clothes?"

Clothes? Outside of the bathroom was a man with thick and handsome eyebrows raised in surprise - he had forgotten to prepare clothes for her!

The maid had gone downstairs to fetch water but returned holding a bucket.

When she saw Iker in front of the bathroom door, her pupils dilated. She was frozen stiff on the spot, forgetting what her original purpose was.

"Master Iker, you... what are you doing here?"

"Shh, keep your voice down. Go downstairs and find her a set of clothes."

The entire villa only had two maids who usually wore the same uniform. They rarely got to wear their own clothes.

When she returned with a black and white maid outfit in hand. Its skirt hem was lace with a circle of white ruffles. The trumpet sleeves were adorned with silk ribbons, making it look plain and unremarkable.

The maid watched as Master Iker took the clothes and wheeled himself towards the bathroom, shocked enough to drop her jaw.

She stared at him in amazement.

"You can go now," Iker ordered coldly.

As water rushed loudly in the bathroom, Cheyenne didn't know what was happening outside.

After washing off all of the foam from her body and turning off the faucet, she heard knocking on the door from outside.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Clothes!"

That low-pitched yet magnetic voice could only belong to Iker.

Why would he be outside?

Cheyenne was completely confused until another round of knocking brought her back to reality while blushing red-faced.

She yelled loudly, "You... you freak, how on earth did you end up in my room?"

"This should be my room, the entire villa belongs to me." Feeling the tension and anger in her words, Iker slowly curved his lips into a smile.

In the bathroom, Cheyenne was shivering with cold, holding her shoulders with both hands and glaring angrily at the door.

"Achoo."

Hearing her sneezing sound coming from inside, Iker stopped joking around with her.

"I put the clothes at the door, you can take them yourself. I'm leaving."

"Really?"

"I have no reason to deceive you."

The sound of the wheelchair rubbing against the ground became quieter and quieter, and the sound of the door closing rang out.

Cheyenne finally confirmed that he had really left.