She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 56

Chapter 56: Gentle Woman

Her fingertips were slightly cold as they gently pressed against his leg through her milky-white rubber gloves.

The chill spread from his skin all throughout his bloodstream; however, where there were red spots from wounds or injuries on him felt warmer than other parts of him did.

When Cheyenne's hand covered those areas on him, Iker couldn't help but feel comfortable - almost wishing that she could stay like this for longer than just a few minutes...

It was an unexpected thought without any sexual desire behind it - something that even surprised himself!

Before, he had let others massage his legs, but as soon as they touched him, he felt embarrassed.

But when it was Cheyenne, it didn't seem so hard to accept.

When she got serious, she seemed like a completely different person. Her face was very dignified and serious, her almond eyes fixed on his legs.

Iker grabbed the hem of his robe and pressed it tightly against his legs. Only a pair of black hairy calves were exposed.

Cheyenne saw his leg for the first time and a hint of disgust appeared on her face. "Master Iker has so much leg hair even though your face is smooth and handsome."

Come to think of it, Kelvin's leg hair doesn't seem too little either.

"Ahem... Cheyenne, focus on treating Master Iker," Layne couldn't help but cough lightly with embarrassment written all over his face.

Yet she continued muttering to herself, "This is just a fact. And I heard that people with lots of body hair had strong sexual desires!"

Her voice was small but both men in the room heard it clearly.

"Ha!" Layne choked on water that had just entered his mouth. He coughed continuously before covering his neck with one hand and walking out towards the door, saying, "I... I'll go drink some water first. Cheyenne! I'll deal with you when I come back."

Meanwhile, Iker was even more embarrassed. He stared at the woman in front of him with a cold and handsome face.

If you look carefully, it is not difficult to notice a hint of shyness in his eyes.

"Miss Lawrence seems to be very experienced!"

Knowing that he was mocking her, Cheyenne instead lifted her head and gave him a disdainful glance, then chuckled softly.

"Not many, can be counted on one pair of hands."

"You!"

Shameless!

Iker's lips pressed into a straight line, his gaze coldly staring at her, he wanted to speak but stopped himself.

"Alright, what's so surprising? Could it be that Master Iker is still... a virgin?" She suddenly leaned forward, her hands on the wheelchair, and approached him.

As he spoke, his breath was as fragrant as orchids.

Warm breath slowly sprayed onto his earlobes, causing a tingling sensation.

In front of his eyes was a pair of clear and smiling eyes. She looked like a little fox who had discovered some secret, completely wicked.

"Miss Lawrence, please behave yourself!"

Cheyenne muttered to herself "you're boring" and withdrew her gaze.

She squatted down in front of him again, gently holding Iker's calf with both hands. She observed the raised veins on his legs, resembling thick, sturdy earthworms crawling across his skin. Very ugly.

The scabbed-over holes on his knees faintly revealed the severity of the injuries he had sustained back then.

Her fingers trailed up his leg, stopping at his knees and applying a bit of pressure.

"Does it hurt?"

Iker squinted his upturned eyes, gritted his teeth, as if he was trying hard to endure the pain and said, "It doesn't hurt."

'Can't he feel any pain at all?