She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 243: Pens

Chapter 243: Pens

When Omari returned, he was greeted with the sight of two people sitting on the couch, smoking and looking imposing. The distance between their arms was less than ten centimeters, which far exceeded the "safe zone" for a relationship between a man and woman. During his absence, something had happened between them that seemed to have brought them closer together.

Putting aside this uneasy feeling, Omari began directing the movers to unload his belongings from the car. Cheyenne emerged from inside holding a cigarette in one hand and wearing flip flops while crossing her arms over her chest as she walked out of the house. If it weren't for her stunningly beautiful face, she would have looked like a boss walking down the street.

With almond-shaped eyes slightly raised and red lips lightly parted, she said, "Mr. Lara, are you planning on staying here permanently? You have so much stuff..." She couldn't believe it when she saw that even cacti were packed into half of his car!

Tanner and Iker also looked over at Omari.

Omari smiled gently as he dusted off his sleeves before responding in clear voice, "I am Cheyenne's protector; naturally I will stay here to protect you all from any harm." When he said 'any harm', his gaze fell directly onto Iker behind her with an icy smile. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Iker shrugged indifferently and asked Tanner to take him back to his study where he could find part two of this comic book series.

Downstairs Omari worried about Cheyenne getting tired, so he told her to go back upstairs and watch TV while they moved everything themselves. His gentle yet presumptuous manner made Cheyenne feel quite frustrated.

The commotion caused by moving things around made it difficult for her to concentrate on watching TV, so she put on shoes irritably before heading out without notice or warning.

Omari was busy organizing people to move items and didn't notice when Cheyenne stepped out.

Meanwhile, Iker closed the door and sat alone, engrossed in a graphic novel. He hadn't turned on the light, and even Tanner was unaware that Iker was actually in tears.

Cheyenne wandered aimlessly, and suddenly, she found herself in front of a store specializing in handmade leather goods. She stood at the entrance, gazing for a moment, feeling a sense of familiarity wash over her. It was only then that she remembered this was the place where she had initially crafted pens.

That pen...

She didn't want to think about where it might be now. Just as she was turning to leave, she heard a warm voice behind her.

"Miss Lawrence, is that you?"

Cheyenne looked over and saw a slightly chubby foreign man walking out of the shop. He seemed to have put on some weight since she last saw him, and he had thick sideburns.

He wore an ordinary blue shirt and a dark brown leather apron. In his hand were sandpaper and a newly-formed pen.

Unable to resist the owner's enthusiasm, Cheyenne went inside for a visit.

The interior was just like it had been three years ago: two large shelves greeted visitors at the entrance; there was glass cabinet in the north corner; and on the left side sat his workbench -

covered by black-and-white checkered curtains so that outsiders couldn't see what was going on inside.

The workbench held many small metal parts as well as leftover grinding scraps and dust. A handsome young man melted metal into liquid with great concentration - unaware of anyone standing behind him.

Cheyenne almost forgot what it felt like to create something with her own hands. She learned from this same owner when she made Kelvin's birthday gift three years ago. Her delicate hands suffered countless injuries while trying to shape those square iron blocks into something more desirable.

When melting iron, temperatures can get very high; once during operation, Cheyenne accidentally dropped sparks onto the back of her hand and left a scar still visible on it.

Seeing that he was making pens again piqued Cheyenne's curiosity; so she sat down in one of chairs outside his counter.

Her beautiful eyes watched him intently.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't make pens anymore? Why are you back doing your old job?"

The owner smiled broadly and passed his model pen towards Cheyenne as if presenting treasure.

"Miss Lawrence," he said excitedly "Do you remember this pen?"

She took it from him for closer inspection: wasn't this exactly like the design she created three years ago? The only difference being its pink-colored eye?

"This is exactly your design," he continued eagerly "After polishing aluminum tubes, they're dipped into sodium hydroxide solution mixed with certain proportions of sulfuric acid before being electroplated under anodic current."

The metal color that was painted like this was not easy to fade. In the design industry, it was also a very advanced invention.

This research topic only became popular earlier this year, but Miss Lawrence had already achieved it three years ago.

It was really admirable for such a young girl.

It was just a pity that she didn't want to enter the design industry. Otherwise, with her sense of fashion and innovative thinking, becoming an internationally renowned designer would be an easy task.

Cheyenne handed the pen back to her boss. She had thought about making couple pens before, but just making one almost ruined her hand. She couldn't afford another injury.

"Why do you suddenly want to make it again?"

Just as the boss was about to answer, a low and magnetic voice came from outside the door. The sound was so familiar that Cheyenne reflexively trembled without turning around.

"Excuse me, is my pen ready?"

Kelvin stepped into the store and saw Cheyenne sitting at the counter in his first glance. She sat sideways with her delicate body straight and clear curves visible under black clothing. Her elegant swan neck and chin formed a perfect line at collarbone level while shiny hair clip sparkled under light.

Kelvin couldn't help but recall that abortion form in his mind. Then he looked at her with his deep-set eyes filled with complex emotions.

Cheyenne picked up her backpack and said goodbye to the owner with a smile on her face. "Thank you for your hospitality; I have something else I need to attend now."

"What? Miss Lawrence leaving so soon? I still have many good works and ideas I want to share with you."

"Next time," she said without even looking at Kelvin as she prepared to leave.

As they passed by each other, Kelvin suddenly reached out his hand and grabbed Cheyenne's wrist.

'Her wrist is so thin.' Kelvin thought.