Became A Queen After divorce

Soon enough, Tanner, drenched from head to toe and holding a black checkered umbrella, walked up to Cheyenne.

As he handed her the umbrella, he couldn’t help but feel speechless. It was pouring rain outside. Miss Lawrence would definitely get soaked if went goes out. Although Master Iker had trained female soldiers before who had to crawl through mud or run five kilometers in the rain, Tanner couldn’t bear to treat Cheyenne like one of them. He saw her as a delicate and sweet woman.

Cheyenne knew that Iker was intentionally getting back at her by driving her away, since she required him to take the bitter medicine.

But she did it for his own good. Besides, she even gave him the candy which she herself liked to eat very much. Master Iker was being stingy indeed.

Should she take the umbrella or not?

Suddenly, there was a loud sound of pouring rain and everything became hazy with mist. The villa in front of them was shrouded in white amidst this curtain of raindrops while tree leaves were scattered all over the ground due to strong winds.

Clang!

Another loud thunderclap, as if an earthquake, rang in Cheyenne’s ears.

She bit her lip and reached out with a small, white hand to grab the umbrella handle.

Turning back with a smile, she said, “Thank you so much, Master Iker!”

Her skirt was blown by the gusts of wind and fluttered continuously. The woman’s smile made Iker unable to help but laugh.

As she was about to walk out with the umbrella in hand, the person behind her finally spoke up. “Forget it. Wait until the rain stops before you go.”

“Master Iker, I’ll just accept your kindness,” Cheyenne said with a smiling face, turned towards the awkward man behind her.

The latter still had a cold expression on his face. “Tanner, take Miss Lawrence to sit in the living room.”

“Yes.”

After taking Cheyenne to the living room, Tanner had to go back and change his clothes. Before leaving, he explained, “Miss Lawrence, please forgive us. Master Iker is just someone who talks tough but has a soft heart.”

“I understand. Thank you,” Cheyenne replied.

Soon after that, one of their servants brought her afternoon tea – terimisu and coffee.

Feeling bored, Cheyenne turned on TV. Coincidentally enough, the channel playing animation shows came up which happened be airing Peppa Pig – the most childish cartoon show ever .

Upstairs in his study room, Iker held onto a book but couldn’t seem concentrate at all .

The noise from downstairs was just too loud! The voices of cartoon characters, combined with her occasional bursts of laughter, made it impossible for him to concentrate. Several times he had scowled and considered asking Tanner to kick the person out.

Glancing outside at the pouring rain, he gave up. He would just have to endure it.

Time passed and the rain continued unabated, like a flood that had burst its banks. Cheyenne couldn’t take it anymore; she collapsed onto the couch and gradually fell asleep as the flickering light from the TV played across her face.

When Iker suddenly realized how quiet it was without all that noise in his ear, he found himself feeling strangely uncomfortable. That sweet laughter as a bell was actually much more pleasant than the sound of rain.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Why isn’t she laughing?”

“Tanner, could you go check if Miss Lawrence has left yet?”

It was a good day for sleeping in on rainy days. Tanner had been dozing off at the door when he suddenly heard his master’s voice and jolted awake.

“I’ll go check.”

“Never mind, I’ll go myself.” Iker put down his book and wheeled himself out of his study.

The woman on the couch slept soundly through it all.

Her face, flushed with a hint of red, rested on the pillow. Strands of her hair cascaded down to her fair complexion and playfully brushed against Cheyenne’s lips. She didn’t know what she was dreaming about.

Her lips parted slightly as she whispered a word under her breath, “Kelvin…”

Iker couldn’t quite make out what she said and assumed that she was cold. He took off his jacket and draped it over her body with tender care. It was a rare display of gentleness from him.

Even he wasn’t sure why he felt the need to take extra care of Cheyenne. Perhaps it was because he feared that if she got sick, there would be no one to take care of himself.

“Call her when it’s time for dinner,” Iker coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment before turning around and leaving.

“Yes,” Tanner replied softly.

The rain had been pouring heavily for a day and night in Akloit; many places were flooded due to the storm. However, an expensive car drove fearlessly through the storm at breakneck speed, creating huge white splashes as its wheels hit puddles along the way like a water curtain rising in mid-air before quickly falling back down.

Inside the car sat Kelvin who remained unaffected by any external factors as he continued reading through his contract while water droplets pounded against his windowpane making loud noises all around them.

Chris, who was driving the car, couldn’t help but glance at Kelvin through the mirror in the car and asked with a trembling voice, “Mr. Foley, do we really have to visit the Todd family’s Master Davon proactively?”

They say he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

“Hmm,” the man responded coldly and carefully read through the contract before decisively closing it.

He threw it onto the seat next to him.

“Snap.”

The document fell under the seat cushion, and Kelvin bent down with a cold expression to pick it up.

His gaze suddenly landed on a round little object that had also fallen under the seat. He picked it up casually.

It was a bright yellow smiley face with an excellent feel. It could be squeezed and would return to its original shape afterwards.

And there was one word written in black carbon pen on top of it – “Kelvin!”

Kelvin could easily tell who dropped this thing. Cheyenne!

Chris felt that Kelvin’s expression was strange and thought he was angry. He explained nervously, “Mr. Foley, I swear I’ve washed this car so many times.”

But I didn’t notice this thing.

Kelvin held onto the circular sandbag ball in his palm and squeezed slightly. The cute little smiley face deformed accordingly.

‘Does Cheyenne use it to vent her anger? That’s why she wrote his name on it. How childish!’ Kelvin was about to throw it away, but he suddenly found it quite amusing and pulled out a pen from his suit pocket. He changed the name “Kelvin” to “Cheyenne” and played with it in his hand all.

As they were getting closer to the Todd mansion, he suddenly regained his usual cold demeanor. He casually slipped that little thing into the pocket of his suit.

“We’ve arrived, Mr. Foley,” Chris reminded Kelvin as he parked in front of the luxurious villa complex.

“Hmm.” The car door opened, revealing Kelvin’s tall and handsome figure against the backdrop of this magnificent estate.

“Mr. Foley, you’re a rare guest,” greeted Kai with a smile as he approached them in a black suit.