She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 289: Girls Should Be More Reserved

Chapter 289: Girls Should Be More Reserved

The night was as still as water, and the summer sky was adorned with shimmering stars that emitted faint, silvery glimmers. The dim waxing crescent moon hung against the black curtain of the night, its light gentle, casting an ethereal haze on the man's face.

He bathed in the silver radiance, and even his ink-black pajamas seemed to flow with a silver sheen, giving this ordinary sleepwear a new texture.

Iker gazed silently through the French windows at the road lamps outside, illuminating the tree leaves with a soft, yellowish light. The lamplight cast a reflection of greenish hues on the leaves, providing the most soothing colors for the eyes.

Green was the most comforting color for the eyes.

A muffled sound of footsteps approached from behind, and even without turning around, he knew who it was. He waited quietly for the person to come closer.

In the next moment, slender and delicate hands rested on the wheelchair. The figure reflected on the glass window was graceful and slim, with flowing chestnut hair and a gown whiter than moonlight. It was as if she were an elegant fairy.

"Grandfather has prepared the herbal bath, Master Iker. Shall we begin?" Her voice was clear and sweet, and as she slightly bent down, her disheveled chestnut hair cascaded onto his chest for a brief moment.

There was still some dampness in her hair, carrying a hint of rose fragrance, reminding him of the blue rose - a flower that symbolized an otherworldly enchantress.

A faint blush touched his usually cold features as he responded in a cool tone, averting his gaze from their reflection in the window. "Thank you for your efforts, old Mr. Edwards and Miss Lawrence."

"Of course." Following this, the spacious room was filled with the soft, rhythmic sound of high heels against the floor.

Clack, clack, clack...

The herbal bath was prepared in Iker's bedroom. Layne, wearing a pair of reading glasses, stood solemnly by the bathtub. He sprinkled a mixture of red and green herbal powders into the steaming water. The odorless and transparent liquid quickly transformed into a peculiar hue under the influence of the vibrant powders.

After Layne had sprinkled the herbal powders, he looked up and gave his granddaughter, Cheyenne, a cold glance. He said, not very pleased, "Why are you still standing here? What are you doing?"

Cheyenne, who was suddenly scolded by her grandfather, looked baffled. She spread her hands, expressing her confusion. "But Grandfather, I'll have to administer the injection later, right? So, of course, I need to stay here."

Layne's response was direct. "Yes, you'll administer the injection, but that would require Master Iker to undress. Get out now. Come back in when he's undressed."

Layne's words made Iker a bit embarrassed, and his usually cold face flushed slightly. The blush on his handsome face didn't escape Cheyenne's attention. She touched her nose, unfazed.

"I've seen quite a few male models in the nude. What's the big deal? Besides, during my medical studies, I've dealt with anatomical specimens with a 1:1 human scale, even the reproductive organs.

So what's the fuss about?"

Cheyenne had seen Kelvin all clean and pristine.

Tanner and Omari, who had just entered to deliver the medicine, were both stunned. The room was filled with awkwardness, but Cheyenne seemed unfazed.

Omari, in particular, was feeling somewhat jealous. Those artificial anatomical models were lifeless, and Cheyenne's statement about her experience made him more willing to offer his own perfect body for study.

Iker was obviously embarrassed by the situation. Cheyenne had the audacity to compare him to those dumb medical instruments. It was truly infuriating!

"Cheyenne, get out! I'll call you back in later. You, as a young lady, should be more reserved!" Layne's conservative values had won, and Cheyenne had to sigh and leave.

Iker breathed a sigh of relief as she departed.

A mischievous smile flickered in Cheyenne's eyes, and as Iker unbuttoned his shirt, she suddenly turned around.

This sudden move startled him, and he quickly covered his chest, as if fearing she had caught a glimpse.

Cheyenne smirked to herself. She wasn't a peeping tom; there was no need to be so paranoid.

Hiding her well-toned physique under black shirts every day seemed like such a waste.

"Alright, you two, hurry up."

Omari adjusted his glasses and, as Cheyenne passed by him, he quipped with a hint of complaint in his voice, in a rather flamboyant manner, "Why does Cheyenne want to see Master Iker? Actually, I'm not too bad either. It's quite impressive... would you like to take a look?"

Tanner spurted water. He had just taken a sip of water and had overheard Mr. Lara's rather lecherous words to Miss Lawrence. His face turned red, and his innocent eyes widened as he stared at the two people.

Cheyenne awkwardly cleared her throat, and her gaze automatically shifted down a few inches. Her ears, hidden beneath her dark hair, were burning hot, and her face felt like it was on fire.

"No, my grandfather said I should be more reserved."

Upon hearing this, Omari displayed a "shocked" expression and an alluring smile. His slanted eyes sparkled brilliantly as he looked at her, as if he wanted to take a bite.

"Cheyenne, where did your mind wander? I was talking about my well-developed chest muscle. Your grandfather is right; you do need to be more reserved."

"Get lost!" Cheyenne shot him an irritated look, although, to Omari, it was like receiving a loving response from her, even when she told him to "get lost", she was just too cute.

Tanner and Iker couldn't help but shudder.

This renowned lawyer was said to be a high and mighty figure. It turns out he had quite a devious side to him in private. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Grandfather?

Layne couldn't help but raise his white eyebrows slightly. Omari had been flirting with his granddaughter right in front of him! Benson, on the other hand, seemed like a much better choice

for Cheyenne.

After the others left the room, Tanner stepped forward to help Iker undress. He was only left with a white undershirt and loose white beach shorts.

Layne's eyes lingered on him as he blew on his beard. "Continue undressing!"

Iker felt a little embarrassed, never having been seen nearly naked by others, even if they were fellow men.

"Shy for what? When you were a kid, you were butt-naked diving headfirst into the pond, and your dick got stuck in the rocks. It was me who happened to pass by and fished it out for you."

"Pfft!"

Tanner fought hard to stifle his laughter, not daring to burst out.

But his ears were met with two exaggerated bursts of laughter that still echoed. He followed the source of the sound.

Outside the bathroom's frosted glass door, there were two suspicious silhouettes, trembling with laughter because they were laughing so hard.