The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

When Drew heard Yvonne's steady breathing, he got up and walked over lightly, kneeling on one knee beside the bed, his deep gaze staring at her calm and peaceful face. After a while, he murmured, "You're not like her."

Yvonne seemed to have heard it, her long eyelashes fluttering, a hint of wetness on the corners of her eyes.

Drew's throat bobbed, wanting to wipe away her tears. But in the end, he still withdrew his hand, his proud and dejected figure walking toward the balcony.

The next morning, when Yvonne opened her eyes, Drew was already gone.

She sat up from the warm blankets and was suddenly taken aback.

Drew's black coat was neatly draped over her blanket, clearly leaving it for her.

The last time they met, he remembered she had gastric problems and left medicine for her.

This time, he knew she left in a hurry and did not bring anything warm, so he left her a coat.

"Tsk... You're still so good at taking care of people. The woman who gets to marry you will be a happy one." Yvonne chuckled lightly, her slightly trembling fingertips stroking the coat's fabric. She got out of bed and wanted to enjoy the morning breeze on the balcony.

the glass doors

cigarette butts scattered all over the floor showed one thing that man did not sleep

some men to

that bastard also drifted around corners with godlike driving skills, causing them to

so Taylor did not dare to slack off and searched the entire area. However, perhaps Drew used a fake identity to book a hotel room,

night, Christopher's room was a

not quite understand. Christopher usually only treated Yvonne as a tool to

he cared much about

state of fear, Yvonne walked openly through the front door

came to Christopher, her pretty face unusually bare of any makeup, but it added a

thought of the time when Yvonne was still

on the black coat

left this

admitted honestly, "Do you want me to take it