The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1041

After bidding farewell to the others, Ryan hurried home with a sense

of urgency.

He had been holding back these past few days, presenting himself as

a stoic man who disregarded matters of love and affection in front of

others. But in private, when no one else was around, he would wrap

himself in a blanket and repeatedly scroll through the intimate photos

of him and Carrie. Sometimes, he would even find himself on the

verge of tears from missing her too much.

With his beloved girlfriend out of reach, Ryan felt deeply aggrieved.

His appetite waned, and he struggled to sleep, nearing the point of

exhaustion.

Earlier, the playful banter between Justin and Bella had ignited a

raging fire within him. It was unbearably agonizing.

As night descended, the sky became a canvas painted with countless

twinkling stars.

In the days when Ryan was absent, the temperature in Savrow rose

the plants in the courtyard began to stir

anticipation of spring.

had

Yasmin was worried, she dared

lost

anything she did…

two tasks: caring for her adorable young

Yasmin remained dressed heatly, standing outside the door.

return victorious soon. Perhaps it would be tonight.

then, a white sports car resembling a lightning bolt slicing through the night approached from

the car came to a halt

front of her.

confidently toward her, Yasmin felt overwhelmed with emotion. Her hands trembled as

held onto him.

Master, you’re finally back.”

at the door so late at night?”

“You weren’t standing here

just couldn’t sleep tonight, so came outside for some fresh a to clear my mind. It’s just a coincidence

smiled, though she did not disclose the

for Ryan were deep, but she had

hidden from him.

about Carrie? Is she asleep?” Ryan asked

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asleep. She fell

I rushed back as fast as I could, even pushing the accelerator to the limit, but I still couldn’t make it in time!”

loved to sleep and was a sleeping

with kisses and cuddles, keeping her from going to bed early,

“It’s okay, Young Master. At least now you don’t have to stare at Young Madam’s photos yearningly,