She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 366: Breakfast

Chapter 366: Breakfast

Feeling utterly gloomy after leaving the Foley Group, Cheyenne checked the time and realized it was still early. Deciding to leisurely stroll to the food court, she treated herself to a breakfast. In a stroke of conscience, she packed a box of dumplings and called Sam to meet up.

She had yet to receive the promised "Bible" from him. Sam was taken aback by how early she arrived when he received her phone call, claiming she was already downstairs at his place. He quickly glanced at his plaid pajamas and frowned... Was this outfit too outdated in her eyes?

Oh, well. He'd better change into something normal before meeting her.

"Miss Lawrence, you certainly are an early bird. Quite unexpected," his clear voice came from behind. Cheyenne immediately retracted her hand... with a dumpling still in her mouth, scalding hot. Tears brimming in her eyes, she hastily chewed twice and swallowed. Then she turned around, beaming at him. "Good morning, Master Sam. Buurp... Uh..."

It was quite embarrassing for a beauty to suddenly have a hiccup right in front of an exceptionally handsome gentleman. Cheyenne's fair face quickly flushed with a tinge of red, and she hurriedly covered her lips with her hand.

"Hiccup..."

Feeling her chest vibrating... Damn it, had she completely lost her dignity?

Sam was also momentarily stunned, but then he chuckled, basking in the gentle morning sunlight that cast a holy and warm glow upon him.

In a clear voice, he kindly suggested, "Miss Lawrence, try pinching your earlobes with both hands and opening your mouth wide."

Being a medical professional, Cheyenne knew that acupoint massage in the ear could stop hiccups. But it was highly unlikely that she would carry silver needles with her when going out to deliver an oil painting.

Hearing Sam's suggestion, she decided to give it a try with a hopeful mindset. And surprisingly, it actually worked.

Sam's gaze drifted off into the distance as he spoke with a touch of melancholy, "This was something an old friend told me a long, long time ago."

Cheyenne didn't pry into the details of that old friend. She wasn't a gossip type. "I apologize for the inconvenience, Master Iker. By the way, I came to replace you to borrow the 'Bible'." Quickly pulling himself out of his low spirits, he hung another charming and refined smile on his face. "Miss Lawrence, please come up and have a seat. I'll replace the book for you."

Upon hearing this, she hesitated and didn't move right away. After a moment, she playfully teased, "Is it convenient?"

The man froze for a second, then his ears started turning red. "Miss Lawrence, rest assured, I live alone... there's no one else here."

She seemed surprised, blinked her eyes in disbelief, and said, "Master Sam, you're so handsome and rich, it's unbelievable that you don't have a girlfriend! What a shame!" Sam smiled sadly and replied, "Better to be single than play around."

She looked admiring and agreed, "Master Iker, you do think different about romance."

He didn't truthfully tell Cheyenne about his "gynophobia" or the fact that he didn't see her as a woman at all, because he was afraid of hurting her self-esteem.

If Cheyenne were to replace out his true thoughts, she would probably be furious.

...

His personal apartment wasn't very large, just over 300 square meters, with a strong Christian-style interior design.

One could immediately notice the crosses hanging on the walls, as well as the tall stack of books on the desk.

The classic white European-style decoration reflected his personality - clean and bright.

"Master Sam, you really love to read."

In the entire room, besides the dominant wall space, the largest area was occupied by his personal collection of books, resembling a library.

With a single glance, one could see knowledge from various fields, from ancient to modern, from home and abroad.

She casually sat on the sofa opposite him and placed the dumplings she had bought in front of Sam.

With a pitiful look on her face, she lightly opened her red lips and said, "Master Sam, I brought delicious dumplings to you. Hope you like them!"

The man who was pouring tea couldn't help but smile.

After Cheyenne borrowed the "Bible", he wanted to invite her to have lunch, but Cheyenne silenced him with a single sentence.

"Master Sam, can you cook?"

"Erm, no..."

"But we can order takeout or go to a restaurant to eat."

Cheyenne gave him a knowing look, waved her hand, and bid him farewell. "Never mind. By the way, remember to eat the dumplings quickly. They won't taste as good if they get cold." "Okay, thank you, Miss Lawrence."

As she left, she took the stack of peculiar books with her.

Sam escorted her to the elevator door, then turned back to the living room, his eyes resting on the dumplings on the table, unable to hold back his smile.

He had never met someone as interesting as Cheyenne.

What a pity...

His smile faded abruptly.