The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Suddenly, Ryan did not feel like going to work anymore.

As he kissed her rosy lips, his hand moved to loosen his tie.

"Don't..."

Carrie gasped softly, her face flushing as she caught his hand. "It's already tied perfectly. Don't ruin it. Let's wait until you come back..."

"Alright. You'll make it up to me tonight then," Ryan whispered huskily, his voice laced with desire as he nuzzled her ear.

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Yasmin had prepared breakfast. She was standing at the door, not wanting to intrude.

She could hear the intimate whispers and amorous sounds from inside the room. A smile played on her lips.

Ryan always lingered with Carrie until the very last moment before leaving.

"Darling, I have a gift for you."

Carrie and placed her gently on the chair in front of the vanity. Then he

shimmered, and Carrie could not help

like jewelry. I've bought you a lot of jewelry before, and you never wore any. But I want you to wear this. Let me put it on

lifted her silky hair. He then somewhat clumsily arranged it into a bun, as Yasmin

done things he never

thought he owed her so much more

while, Ryan finished arranging the bun and inserted the jade

delicate fiancee was even more stunning. Her skin was fair, and her eyes were bright and lively,

deep and tender. "It means you are my wife. You're now my

beam of warm, clear light

on Carrie's smooth, white cheek. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her ears

out of the villa, with

meet anyone at the academy

wife crying in his arms last night and the dark

classes and painting in the studio, she hasn't met

asked nervously, "Sir, is something wrong with Young

might just be feeling sad because

the academy's anniversary event later

with her then. She's