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..."

had learned to filter her words before speaking now, and she did not dare to

me angry, just give me a kiss. Then I won't be mad." The man's slightly

Bella and Justin's presence, Carrie felt embarrassed, but she was even more afraid of pissing off

stood on tiptoe

hand on the small of her back, forcefully turning the brief kiss into a deeper

of refreshments. She was not fazed by the scene and smiled politely. "Mr. Salvador, Ms. Thompson, please

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took the cup

off about Carrie. She seemed a little restrained, carrying a

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 needed to keep an

kiss, Justin said calmly, "Ryan,

go to my

cheerful after seeing his best friend. He walked up the

glass for me and Carrie? She likes it too,"

"Of course. Right away."