Female Novel
Chapter 234: Learning Law For Cheyenne'S Sake
Chapter 234: Learning Law for Cheyenne's Sake
Omari was stunned for several seconds, and finally a hint of smile appeared on his handsome andelegant face. His lips slightly opened, whispering softly.
"Not cohabitation."
"Cheyenne is not with that lame guy, great..."
"So I still have a chance! Great, great!"
Cheyenne was quite far away and completely focused on breakfast, so she didn't hear clearly whathe was murmuring in his mouth.
Iker, who had sharp hearing and keen eyesight, could hear clearly. A hint of annoyance quicklyflashed through his deep-set eyes.
But he himself had not yet realized it.
"I can eat it now?" Cheyenne looked fiercely at Omari with round, wide eyes.
But Omari only felt her an adorable foodie.
He couldn't help but recall their youth years.
Three hours after he ran away from home, he was found and decided to study hard. At the age ofseventeen, he enrolled in Akloit High School, a prestigious school designed for wealthy children.
It was a Monday, and he delivered a speech as an outstanding student representative.
At a glance among the crowd of junior high school students, he saw a fair and delicate girl tying herschool uniform around her waist. Her white short-sleeved shirt was nothing special, but it alwaysseemed different when worn on her.
A gentle breeze blew through the girl's soft hair as she lay fast asleep on her friend's body, unawareof what she was dreaming about. Drool dripped onto the person's shoulder.
He recognized her at a glance from her fair and sweet sleeping face, which was none other than thegirl he had met under the bridge.
Later, he inquired and found out that her name was Cheyenne.
She was the eldest daughter of the Lawrence family and also a "bad girl" who made all teachersand students in the school extremely headache.
Skipping classes, fighting, sleeping in class, cheating on exams and talking back to teachers.
There seemed to be nothing she was afraid to do.
He couldn't understand why Cheyenne, who clearly had a cute and fair face, would make such asurprising move that shocked the world.
The third time hw saw her was in the small alley outside of school.
On that street, there were some off-campus hooligans who often lingered nearby.
Bullying and extortion cases were constantly emerging.
He was sitting in a nearby bookstore, reading a book, when he noticed in the corner of his eye ayoung girl holding an ice cream cone, savoring it with delight. There was a smudge of ice cream onher nose, a small, innocent mark.
Her shining eyes glanced over with boredom. Their eyes met briefly, and she departed without anyexpression on her face.
It was as if he were a stranger standing in front of her.
Omari felt a pang of disappointment. Did she not remember him?
For some reason, he decided to follow her. When they reached the alleyway, they saw a group ofthugs bullying a female classmate.
Just as Omari was about to intervene, Cheyenne charged in from the other side and quicklydevoured an ice cream cone.
She took off her school jacket and tossed it against the wall before bravely charging towards them.She was only in eighth grade and petite compared to those men; Omari worried that she would behurt by their recklessness.
But Cheyenne's performance left him stunned. She moved nimbly among the group of thugs,striking them down with ease using swift kicks and punches.
It was hard to imagine three or four burly guys kneeling before this little girl with pigtails calling her"grandma."
Afterwards, each thug returned carrying bags full of snacks like obedient followers trailing behindCheyenne like ducklings behind their mother duck.
He watched her slender figure disappear into the sunset's glow.
Cheyenne had forgotten about hanging up her white school uniform on the wall.
He picked up her clothes and suddenly realized what major he wanted to pursue: law.
If one day she accidentally injured someone too severely during these fights again,
he could use his knowledge of law as a weapon to protect Cheyenne.
Over all these years when facing dry legal documents filled with jargon, Omari always rememberedhis promise made when he was young.
The fourth time they met again, she had grown even more beautiful than before during ninth grade,and even students from high school talked about how Cheyenne would undoubtedly become AkloitHigh School's campus belle someday.
During senior year's hundred-day oath-taking ceremony,
Omari saw that little girl once more who always brought him different surprises and joys.
He sneered at that porn comic book which he had already read long ago.novelbin
Later, he went abroad for further study. Despite his reluctance, he knew that if he wanted to makesomething of himself and break free from the Lara family's constraints, he had to face it alone.
Amidst the hectic schoolwork, he occasionally thought of Cheyenne. He remembered her fragileand pitiful appearance under the bridge, her peaceful sleeping face in the morning breeze, and herpure stance when she fought.
Two years later, the Lara family arranged a marriage between him and the daughter of the Weaverfamily. He had never seen Miss Weaver before but heard that she was good friends with Emily.
If it weren't for his father's friendship with Uncle Weaver, Omari knew that a socialite like Elsa wouldnever even glance at him. He met Elsa once while disguised as a beggar and accidentally dirtiedher dress. But Elsa ordered his capture immediately.
In a foreign land on the streets one day, Omari unexpectedly ran into Cheyenne again. The sixteen-year-old girl had grown taller with curves starting to form on her chest; she wore a blue calf-lengthdress while carrying several books in hand - an exquisite sight from behind alone.
He could still recognize her easily among crowds of people even through their masks.
Their first kiss happened by accident when they kissed through their masks - it became his first kissever! But Cheyenne didn't seem to understand its significance at all.
When Omari woke up, she had bandaged his wounds and left behind a white porcelain bottlebeside him.
Omari caressed the bottle feeling her warmth with a gentle smile. "Cheyenne... please don't growup too fast... wait for me so I can protect you."