Chapter 127: I'M Uneducated And Can'T Understand

Chapter 127: I'm Uneducated and Can't Understand

The woman in front of him lowered her head slightly, and from his perspective, he could only see

the shadow cast by her long eyelashes on her fair face.

When the breeze blew, her eyelashes trembled slightly, covering the fleeting light in her eyes.

"So? Is my question difficult to answer? Miss Lawrence.”

Davon reached out and lifted the woman's chin. Cheyenne was forced to look up and meet his gaze.

Undeniably, although she was a divorced woman, she was the most alluring and beautiful woman

he had ever met.

Cheyenne shook her head lightly, avoiding his hand and smiling faintly. "Master Davon, your

question is indeed difficult to answer. I don't know if you want me to tell you the truth or lie."

"Of course it's the truth!"

As soon as he spoke, a hint of melancholy emotion appeared on Cheyenne's face.

"I can't save Master Iker for now. At present, I can only alleviate his pain.”

In fact, she wasn't lying. She really couldn't save Iker for now but if she could break through, there

would still be hope.

If this were true, then it undoubtedly pleased Davon who forcibly suppressed his inner joy with an

impeccable expression on his face.

"Well... Miss Lawrence... is there nothing your grandpa can do? You come to treat my brother every

day for half a month, but I haven't seen your grandpa for some time."

Grandpa?

Cheyenne only knew that he went to Yocmery but as for what he did there; she had no idea either.

"Grandpa went searching for medicine because treating those stubborn sores that Master Iker has

requires an herb called Cinchona.”

Davon couldn't help doubting it with his eyes narrowed slightly. "Well, if old Mr. Edwards needs

herbs, just inform us. We can't have him run around for it."

"Master Davon, you know, Cinchona grows initially in South America's Andes Mountains but later

introduced into our country. However, it only grows in tropical regions, so when using it, we need to

extract quinine from its bark. Thus, Grandpa personally went there.”

Davon didn't understand medical knowledge at all so seeing Cheyenne speak with such authority

made him gradually dispel any doubts while turning towards another more lethal topic instead.

"Miss Lawrence, you shone brightly at the banquet two days ago! By the way, when did you become

good friends with my elder brother? His unfriendly temper even makes me feel him

unapproachable.”

He leisurely looked at Cheyenne and reached out to flick his bangs in front of his forehead. He still

had that gentle and amiable gentleman appearance

Cheyenne was thrown into the cold water and found it difficult to move because of his words.

Her pink tongue licked the back of her teeth, and she lifted her head with an unusually sweet smile

as she replied, "Actually, Master Iker isn't as scary as you might think. He just has a little bit too

proud.”

Davon couldn't help but chuckle. His brother, who was known for his ruthlessness and cold-blooded

nature, described by her as a little bit too proud.

She was defending Iker, just like she did at the banquet that night. She even confronted the

President's daughter in order to bring Iker back into the public eye.

Is it worth it?

Davon took a step forward, his tall body bending down. His lips blew a gentle breath into her ear,

and the warm air brushed against her earlobe, quickly turning it red.

"What you need to know, Miss Lawrence, is that you have offended Miss Davidson because of your

forcibly stepping in."

'So what if I offend Emily? I won fair and square, with everyone watching. I don't need to fear

anyone.’

"Thank you for your kind reminder, I understand now."

Upon seeing her still acting as if she were indifferent to everything, Davon's lip twitched, and his

deep voice continued, "I do have some acquaintance with Miss Davidson, so if you make a wise

choice, I can ask her to forgive you.”

He looked at Cheyenne with hidden meanings in his words, and the anticipation and temptation in

his up-turned eyes were like a deadly Medusa suddenly appearing in a desert, making people

tremble all over.

“Does the wise choice mean standing with him and working together to deal with Iker?"

Cheyenne was shocked on the inside, but she remained calm and looked at him for several seconds

before finally smiling slowly.

"Thank you for your concern, Master Davon. However, I am a lazy person who hasn't attended

college for many days. My education level might not be as high as you imagine, and I may not fully

understand.”

As her words fell, the smile in Davon's eyes instantly turned cold and he looked down at her with an

overwhelming pressure.

Just when Cheyenne thought he would get angry, tear off the facade, and confront her directly, the

man just laughed.

"Miss Lawrence, you're really humorous."

She visibly sighed with relief, whatever the case, Davon dared not make a move against her here,

and she smiled sweetly.

"Master Iker, if you look into my information, you will know I get terrible scores on my college

entrance exam. As for my diploma, my grandpa paid for it."

It was the first time that Davon had met a person who talked about being a poor student so

proudly.

Davon was stunned slightly. By the time he snapped out of it, the woman had walked away. Her

white dress made her petite figure even more delicate and beautiful, like a timeless painting.

As he looked away, the warmth in his smile disappeared in an instant and was replaced by an

unshakeable sense of gloom. A hint of murderous intent flashed through his sharp eyes!

"Cheyenne, if you're not smart enough to know better yourself, then don't blame me!" The tall

figure in white gradually walked away until only a faint summer breeze remained.

If it weren't for the lollipop stick she left behind on the ground, it would have seemed as though

nothing had happened at all.

Behind the fountain was a round column, approximately as thick as two adults hugging it. Slowly

walking out from behind the pillar was a black figure with a contented smile on his face. He turned

around and jogged back to Iker's Estate.

Iker sat in his wheelchair watching colorful fish swim leisurely around their square glass tank. He

became entranced by them and forgot about feeding them until he heard Tanner's voice call out to

him.

"Master Iker, I'm back."

The sound brought him back to reality as he continued sprinkling fish food into their tank while

watching them swarm together for food with deep-set eyes

"As you predicted, Master Davon did indeed find Miss Lawrence and tried inducements and threats

to bribe her."

As for Cheyenne's reaction, Iker had guessed.

Feeling pleased, he poured the entire bag of fish food into the tank.

"Master Iker! This won't do!" Tanner watched helplessly as all of the food sank down into water

causing waves upon waves. He was worried they were to die from being too stuffed.