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.

five consecutive days, Ryan had been absent without any news.

she dared not

much that she lost her appetite and could not focus

she did…

day, she devoted herself to two tasks: caring for her adorable young madam and eagerly awaiting her boss’s

remained dressed heatly, standing outside the door.

feeling that Ryan would return victorious soon. Perhaps it would be tonight. Even

bolt slicing through the night approached from a distance.

the air as the car came to a

front of her.

unscathed and striding confidently toward her, Yasmin felt overwhelmed with

held onto

you’re finally

standing at the door so late at

surprise. “You weren’t standing

so came outside for some fresh a

though she did not

but she had always kept them

hidden from him.

Is she asleep?” Ryan

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asleep. She fell

I rushed back as fast as I could, even pushing the accelerator to the limit, but I

his beloved girlfriend loved to sleep and was

not been for him pestering her every night with kisses and cuddles, keeping her from going to bed early, they probably would not have been able to do

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