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."

could not be cruel to the woman who was devoted to him. "You should stay and take care of Carrie. Even though you're clumsy with laundry and cooking, I won't feel any

sentence was

washed over Yasmin, she shied away

sorry, sir. It

reviewed files on the

was too distraught to sleep, and he

Don't hit me! Don't

pinned down. She let out a frantic

ran to the bed. He scooped her up by the waist and pulled her

her tight, his palm running down her drenched back. "Who hit you?

abruptly opened her eyes and gasped for air

on you, Carrie? Tell

tone was stubborn and ruthless.

that dreams came from thoughts during

for

from harm. Yasmin stuck close to Carrie at

"N-No one."

her arms around

"I guess it was

picked on

a nightmare. All she wanted to do was forget about the past and pretend like

than water, and she did not want to

Was it really a nightmare, Carrie?" Ryan kissed her forehead. His

It was

With apple. "Come on,

her eyes, Carrie kissed

Ryan's