Chapter 148: Four Suitors

Chapter 148: Four Suitors

While she was enjoying her meal in the cafeteria, several men in the

hospital room were about to go crazy. Omari held a silver thermos in

his hand, filled with nourishing chicken soup specially prepared by a

nanny for Cheyenne. But when he entered the room, there was no one

there.

Iker had Tanner deliver a sumptuous breakfast of sirloin steak and

spaghetti... all beautifully packaged and looking incredibly delicious.

"Where's Cheyenne?" Benson was the last to arrive. Since he had

some trouble with his eyesight, it took him more time to cook a meal.

He prepared a bento box filled with Cheyenne's favorite seaweed rice

balls.

However, the empty hospital room felt like a bucket of cold water

poured over them, dampening their enthusiasm. Their excitement was

cut in half, and they just stared at each other with wide eyes.

Omari leaned against the door with his slender figure and slightly

narrowed charming eyes. His smile inexplicably carried a hint of

coldness.

"I didn't know Master Iker had become so humane that he would send

you specifically to deliver soup,” he said sarcastically about Master Iker.

Tanner's baby face showed a trace of sadness.

He suddenly felt that if his master liked Miss Lawrence, it would be very

difficult for him to pursue her...

For example, Mr. Lara standing before him or this talented musician

were all his master's love rivals that were hard to defeat.

"Miss Lawrence is friends with my master," Tanner explained quickly.

"Master Iker said that I should bring her soup every day until she

recovers from her injuries and leaves."

As the words fell, a gentle voice rang out. "There's no need to trouble

Master Iker. I rented a room next to the hospital. Cheyenne likes my

cooking and seaweed soup. I have plenty of free time, so you two can

go about your business." "

His words were devoid of any foul language, but Omari, after hearing

them, felt like he wanted to curse.

In terms of sincerity, it seemed like he was outdone by this blind man.

Benson had prepared the food himself, while Omari's offering was soup

made by a nanny...

After a brief moment of self-reproach, Omari proudly raised his thermos

cup.

"Mr. Gibbs, if it were any other time, it would be fine, but Cheyenne is

seriously injured now and needs nourishment. Your seaweed soup can

only provide iodine. My chicken soup, on the other hand, is more

suitable for her. It contains ginseng, astragalus, and deer antler, all of

which are good for replenishing nutrients.”

With that, Omari confidently presented his nourishing soup as the

better choice.

As Reece entered the room, he paused his steps and wondered if he

had walked into the wrong room.

Why were there so many people here?

He took two steps back and looked at the door number to make sure he

was in the right place.

"309... that's right. Why?" He muttered to himself softly.

All eyes turned to Reece as soon as he appeared in the doorway.

Feeling a chill down his spine and his scalp tingling inexplicably, Reece

smiled awkwardly. "E-everyone... who are you guys?"

Benson was easy enough to recognize - Cheyenne had mentioned him

before as her best "brother". But who was this man in pink suit with

gentle charming eyes? And who was this fair-skinned boy with delicate

features that made him look no older than eighteen?

Oh my god! Cheyenne is quite a flirtatious woman. She even flirted with

a man who was younger than her.

"Who are you?" Three voices spoke up simultaneously; just moments

ago, they had been ready for battle, but now they were united against

an outsider.

Under their hostile gaze, Reece swallowed hard but tried to remain

calm nonetheless; he forced a brilliant smile before greeting them all

together.

"Hello everyone! I'm... I'm Cheyenne's friend Reece.”

Reece?

Wasn't that one of the hottest idol stars?

Although Omari wasn't really into idol worshiping himself, he

recognized some of the products endorsed by Reese.

He never thought that Cheyenne would have such a famous friend.

Wait...

This guy was dressed in a floral vintage shirt, paired with capri pants,

and had silver-white hair, giving off a trendy and fashionable vibe.

Where did he get such natural-looking waves from anyway?

And since when did vintage shirts from 80s become trendy again?

Why didn't Omari know about it?

Omari quickly glanced down at himself: grey three-piece suit with

peaked lapels matched by black tie adorned by emerald cufflinks.

He was dressed from head to toe like an elite lawyer, and in

comparison, the guy before him seemed much younger!

To disguise himself, Omari pretended to cough and reached to cover

his lips. At the same time, he used his other hand to loosen his tie

slightly and quickly unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt, revealing a

sexy neck.

“I know you, you're Benson, right? Hi, Cheyenne mentioned you before

and I've admired you for a long time." Reece saw the white figure and

walked towards it eagerly. He brushed past Omari as if he was

invisible.

This made Omari angry and he squinted his charming eyes. How dare

Reece ignore such a handsome man like him and greet the blind

Benson first! Don't let him catch any flaws!

Reece's sudden enthusiasm confused Benson, but he heard the part

that interested him most and extended his hand in friendly manners.

"Really? Cheyenne mentioned me?"

Reece fawned over Benson like a little brother who just met an idol. He

had been preparing for his new album for half a year but still hadn't

come up with any ideas for the main song yet. Hearing that Benson

was someone who composed songs for divas made Reece think that if

Benson could help write one song, then it would be amazing! For this

reason, he had to sell out his friend Cheyenne.

"Yes! She said you were like her own brother - the best person in

reality! And now seeing you in person... you're really impressive!"

Benson listened carefully before smiling elegantly. "Cheyenne is also

very good; she deserves it."

Omari's focus was on how Cheyenne only saw Benson as her brother

in her mind - finally putting him at ease.

In the cafeteria, all eyes were on the woman who ate voraciously while

sitting dominantly: With one foot resting on the stools leg and the other

extended and placed on the bench, her back was straight. Despite this

acrobatic posture, it didn't seem to affect her eating speed at all. The

sight of this beautiful woman gnawing away at pig trotters was

unbearable to watch directly.