She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 320: What's Wrong with Her? Nora sat elegantly in Sean's original seat with a fresh wine glass in front of her. The restaurant owner, wearing white silk gloves, took the glass and used his other hand to carefully pour the wine into the glass, like liquid silk. It gently swirled in the glass, reflecting her delicate, ivory complexion.

"Miss Lawrence, please have a taste," he said.

"Thank you." It was a rare experience to have the owner personally serve her, and the envious looks from the other diners around her only inflated Nora's sense of pride. She raised the glass to her lips, parted her red lips, and took a sip. She could feel the silky, slightly bitter flavor spreading on her tongue, with a hint of sweetness lingering after swallowing. The mouthful of wine was truly exquisite.

"It would be even better with a slice of foie gras. Miss Lawrence, enjoy your meal. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave." "Of course." Nora had no intention of being foolish and ordering another plate of foie gras. There were plenty of dishes on the table that had hardly been touched. Since Sean had ordered foie gras earlier, she decided to help herself to it, even though it had cooled down a bit.

To follow Sean, she hadn't even eaten dinner. She had hastily left hwithout her bag, and her Paypal balance was reduced to what she had spent on the coffee. She was rather hungry.

Jerry, who had just had his fill, looked at his goddess with a face full of concern as he saw her eating the leftovers. In his eyes, Nora was the kind of little princess who should be treated like royalty. How could she be in such a pitiful state? Cheyenne found his behavior amusing. With one hand supporting her chin, she stared at Jerry, who appeared to be grumbling like an old lady. When she heard him calling Nora pitiful, she couldn't help but express her disdain.

Nora pitiful? What about the girl who had been rudely driven away without reason just a while ago? It seemed that Jerry saw everything through rose-tinted glasses. He might even think that Nora smelled like roses even if she was eating feces.

If Jerry didn't have suse to her, Cheyenne wouldn't want to stand next to someone so simple-minded and hypocritical.

"Jerry!" Suddenly, Cheyenne called his name, making Jerry jump and burp, sending waves of spicy mustard scent through the room.

The room was now filled with the pungent aroma of mustard. Cheyenne had to cover her nose with her hand, her elegant brows furrowing in disgust.

Cheyenne's behavior crushed Jerry's fragile, lonely, and helpless heart. He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and explained, "I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't know... burp." "It's okay. Now, you can go to the private room on the second floor and wait. You like Nora, right? She'll be waiting for you there," Cheyenne said.

Jerry stood there, completely stunned, looking disbelieving, as if he had been struck dumbfounded by a shower of golden bricks from the sky. "Miss Lawrence, are you telling the truth? You mean Nora... She'll be waiting forin the private room?" He was baffled. Why would she do this? He had been secretly in love with Nora from a distance, and while they had met a few times during events, she probably didn't even remember his name.

Cheyenne patted his shoulder as she walked past him and gave him a meaningful smile. "Don't you want to confess your feelings to your goddess? I'll help you today. I'll have the restaurant owner take her to the private room, and the rest is up to you." Jerry's eyes lit up, and he was so excited that tears and snot streamed down his face. He reached out to grab Cheyenne's hand, but in mid-air, he stopped to wipe his nose and then extended his hand again. "Miss Lawrence, you're amazing. You're like my savior. After I confess to Nora, I'll do anything to repay you." But when his hand was about to touch hers, Cheyenne, with an expression of disdain, deliberately dodged his hand.

"Hey, there's still ssnot on the back of your hand. Can you please at least be clean? Can you wipe your nose with a tissue?" She kicked him away.

Jerry, with a pained but bitter smile, said, “Miss Lawrence?" "Don't mess with me. Go confess, and I'm going hto sleep." "Alright, alright, take care." "Get lost." Jerry clung to the door frame, both hands on it, and tightly sealed his lips, making a motion to indicate his mouth was sealed shut.

Miss Lawrence, beautiful as she was, was far too fierce! ... In the second-floor private room.

The room was tastefully decorated with fresh green wallpaper, and colorful balloons adorned the walls. It all looked meticulously arranged.

Nora looked around and noticed a set of incredibly sexy off-white lace lingerie placed on the table. She curiously picked it up and felt the high-quality, natural silk.

The restaurant owner had told her that a valuable guest in the second-floor private roomspecifically requested to meet her, a male guest. This sguest had paid the entire bill for Sean earlier tonight. Two hundred thousand dollars! Nora's heart raced at the thought of someone so wealthy.

A man? Who could it be? Intrigued, she agreed to meet him. As she to the private room, opened the door to the she was surprised to find a soft, white double bed in the center. Nora had eaten a hearty meal earlier, and now her entire body felt warm, even a bit hot. Nora thought she might be feeling this way due to drinking half a bottle of wine, making her slightly intoxicated.

She placed the lace lingerie on the bed and sat down, waiting for almost five to six minutes, but the person hadn't arrived yet.

Feeling increasingly warm, her gaze shifted to the silk lingerie. She thought that putting it on might help her cool down.

Outside the door, Jerry had arrived late, having mistakenly confused the numbers and wasted sroom time. He knocked on the door and said, "Miss Nora, may I cin?" There was no response from inside.

He knocked again, but there was still no reply.

This couldn't be right; Miss Lawrence had told him that the person was in this room. Jerry decided to push the door open, and what he saw inside left him in shock.

The girl he had secretly admired, a seemingly innocent and clever student, was now lying on the bed in seductive lingerie.

Her expression was full of allure, like a seductive enchantress who was about to devour someone. When she spotted Jerry, she pounced on him.

"Miss Lawrence, help me!" X