The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Ryan returned to the living room dejected. After putting Carrie to bed, Yasmin descended the stairs.

As Ryan looked up, their gazes met, and Yasmin put her head down in fright.

"Any lower, and your head will hit the floor. Are you an ostrich?"

With his brows furrowing in annoyance, Ryan went to the sofa to sit down. He took out a cigarette to hold between his lips, only to remember that Carrie did not like the smell of tobacco. In the end, he did not light the cigarette.

Yasmin kept her head down throughout.

The usually callous and unapproachable woman was now timid with guilt.

"Come here."

Yasmin took a few steps to get to Ryan, but the silence felt like a lifetime.

"Is Carrie asleep?" Ryan's voice was husky.

"She's asleep."

Yasmin hung her head low, her voice trembling. "I'll pack my things and leave right away. I won't get in your way."

"You can stay." Ryan's icy words granted Yasmin a pardon.

"B-But you said..."

"You are close with Carrie. I know she won't have any appetite if she loses you."

stay and take care of Carrie. Even though you're clumsy with laundry and cooking, I won't feel

sentence was a

shied away from his gaze and

sorry, sir. It won't happen

Ryan, in matching pajamas with Carrie, reviewed files on the sofa under

was too distraught to sleep, and he needed

hit me! Don't

pinned down. She let out a frantic scream. "I'm a dummy!

He scooped her up by the waist and pulled her into his arms. "Don't be scared. I'm here. Don't be scared." "Don't hit

her drenched back. "Who

eyes and gasped

on you, Carrie? Tell me

red, and his tone was stubborn

that dreams came from thoughts during the

for Carrie

close

"N-No one."

her

"I guess it was quite a fright this afternoon, so I

picked

wanted to do was forget about the past and

than water, and she did not want to put her

nightmare, Carrie?" Ryan kissed her forehead. His

It was just a

With apple. "Come on,

her eyes, Carrie kissed

Ryan's