She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 117: Little Potato

Chapter 117: Little Potato

The feeling of jealousy was unbearable.

Kelvin, appearing at an unknown moment, gazed at Cheyenne's and Iker's hands held together. In his calm eyes, a hint of cold murderous intent began to seep.

His fists clenched beneath the suit sleeves, knuckles turning white, as he stared fixedly at Cheyenne's vibrant lips.

Once, she had stood before him, declaring they would grow old together, have children, and travel the world hand in hand. She had even mentioned her love for Jokulsarlon, wanting to take him there to see the northern lights.

But now, she was making solemn promises to another man to keep him safe.

How foolish could he be to remember the lies this woman told?

Emily still wore a smile on her face, but it didn't reach her eyes. Suddenly, a hint of melancholy appeared on her delicate face as she looked at Cheyenne.

"Miss Lawrence, you really have deep feelings for Master Iker; that puts me at ease," Emily said softly. "The broken engagement was my fault; it had nothing to do with Master Iker."

"He's good," Emily continued. "Miss Lawrence, you will understand that soon enough - Iker may seem cold on the outside but is actually very gentle."

Cheyenne couldn't help rolling her eyes inwardly - should she praise Emily for acting so well or call her brainless? Her fiance Mr. Lara stood beside her; yet here was Emily generously praising her ex-

boyfriend's gentleness!

She put on that "understanding and forgiving" facade, and anyone unaware would think that it was Master Iker who had wronged her, leading to the cancellation of their engagement.

People around them, indeed, looked at Emily with pitying eyes while blaming Iker.

Hayden quickly stepped forward with shining eyes and long legs, taking hold of Emily's arm gently.

"You've been worrying about him feeling uncomfortable all this time," Hayden comforted softly. "I told you not to worry; Master Iker is an adult now."

"Hayden, thank you," replied Emily gratefully with a smile as they held hands like two lovebirds.

Cheyenne glanced meaningfully at Hayden. Someone like him would not endure such things when he had such status and looks unless it was true love, but Cheyenne could tell that Hayden's gaze towards Emily, though seemingly affectionate, felt insincere. She was certain that Hayden didn't have genuine feelings for Emily.

Perhaps, they were together out of mutual interests.

However, regardless of their reasons for being in cahoots, Cheyenne couldn't tolerate Emily's behavior of doing wrong and shifting the blame onto others.

Iker, on the other hand, seemed indifferent to it all and ignored them.

Cheyenne smiled at both of them with her rosy cheeks and bright eyes shining. "Thank you for your kind words, Miss Davidson. I'll thank you on Master Iker's behalf. He's a shy man and doesn't speak much in front of outsiders."

As soon as she finished speaking, Emily looked embarrassed. 'Was this woman calling me an outsider? It was ridiculous! When I first met Iker, Cheyenne was probably still in elementary school herself.'

Master Iker coughed softly and turned to look at the woman behind him before saying in a deep voice, "Push me over there to see the night view."

"Okay, Miss Davidson and Mr. Lara, we'll be going now," Cheyenne said.

After that, she pushed Iker's wheelchair towards the balcony.

His weight made it difficult for her to push him forward even with all her strength exerted; her arms were beginning to feel numb from exhaustion. However, she didn't want to appear inexperienced in front of others, so she bit her lip hard while forcing herself forward.

Others might not realize it, but Kelvin knew her well. He knew what every move that Cheyenne made meant, so he could not help but wish he had never known about Cheyenne at this moment. When she passed by him, he looked away.

When Omari saw how hard it was for Cheyenne to push Iker's wheelchair around due to Iker's weight, he felt sorry for her while cursing inwardly about how Iker stingy was to not buy a smart wheelchair instead!

"I also want to see the night view too," Omari said gently as he stepped forward placing one hand behind Iker's wheelchair handlebar seemingly casually but using more force than necessary.

Cheyenne suddenly felt much lighter when Omari helped push from behind; raising an eyebrow gratefully at him, saying, "Thanks!"

While pushing along his wheelchair, Cheyenner murmured under her breath, complaining about how heavy Iker was. "Can't you eat less? You're too heavy."

"Yeah! You're making us tired!" added Omari.

Iker, glancing at the suddenly appearing Omari, couldn't help but feel his presence was unnecessary. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Then, he heard Cheyenne mockingly comment on his weight at this moment. His face reddened, and a cold, harsh voice rang out. "I'm neither fat nor thin!"

"Wait, let me add something," he said. "I remember Mr. Lara was a chubby kid when he was young, and we gave him a nickname... um..."

Before Iker could finish his sentence, Omari suddenly reached out and tapped Iker's shoulder forcefully.

"Master Iker has an amazing memory. But if I recall correctly, you're two years older than me and we weren't in the same grade," Omari said.

Omari wasn't acknowledged by the Lara family until he was seven years old and attended elementary school in Dodon.

The schools that aristocratic children attended were mostly the same. Although Iker and Hayden were in the same grade, they had never met each other before. However, their names were often mentioned together by teachers who praised them for their achievements.

Naturally, Cheyenne knew a thing or two about them.

"Hmm," Cheyenne listened to their conversation while tapping her head with her hand. So they're actually alumni!

Wait a minute... what she really wanted to know was Omari's nickname!

"Omari, what's your nickname? Tell us!"

Omari blushed slightly as his charming eyes narrowed slightly while grinning.

"Cheyenne, it's better for you not to know."

"Come on, I'll be generous and share my nickname with you. I have plenty of nicknames, such as Foodie, Handsome, and Ruler..."

Although Iker didn't say anything, he listened carefully as Cheyenne spoke.

When she mentioned all those strange nicknames of hers, he couldn't help but smile.

It was clear that she must have been very mischievous when she was younger.

After listening to all of Cheyenne's nicknames, it became Omari's turn but instead he stammered for a while before finally uttering two words with a red face, "Little Potato."

Cheyenne paused for a moment; how did Little Potato relate at all?

"Why did they call yourself that?"

Omari stopped talking and looked at her warningly with narrowed eyes, "If you ask again, Cheyenne... believe me or not, I will tell others your stupid part when you were thirteen."

"Don't say it then! I don't want to know why you're called 'Little Potato'. Anyway, I won't call you Omari from now on. I'll call you Potato Omari!"

"No."

"Potato Omari sounds so nice though - you can even create an alliance brand selling fried potato chips or potato skewers..."