The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Ryan, you're home early today." Justin responded to his greeting.

"Honey, I'm home after a long day. Aren't you going to give me a hug?" Ryan's eyes carried a gentle smile as he held out his arms to Carrie, ignoring the black coat on his shoulders that slipped off to the ground.

Carrie's heart tightened inexplicably, but she still obediently walked over and snuggled into the man's arms like a cuddly cat.

Ryan's tall frame enveloped her completely like a clam shell. There was a lingering warmth on his body from the heater in his car, transferring into Carrie's skin and gradually easing her nerves.

"Ryan... Don't get mad," Carrie whispered softly, and only the two of them could hear it.

"Hmm? Why would I get mad?" Ryan asked hoarsely, his lips brushing past her ear.

"I, I..."

learned to filter her words before speaking now, and she

might make me angry, just give me a kiss. Then I won't be mad." The man's slightly cold lips brushed against her flawless

felt embarrassed, but she was even more afraid of pissing off

stood on tiptoe and

on the small of her back,

time, holding a tray of refreshments. She was not fazed by the scene and

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and harmonious scene, she vaguely felt something off about Carrie. She seemed a little restrained, carrying a touch of cautious

passed away, her father was basically non-existent, and her grandfather was too unwell to meet her and take care of her. As her sister-in-law Bella

Justin said calmly, "Ryan, there's

go to

best friend. He walked up

Can you prepare a glass for me and Carrie? She likes it too," Bella smiled as she

"Of course. Right away."