The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

This was exactly what Ryan wanted.

He did not need his delicate little wife to do anything for him. All he wanted was for her to stay home and wait for him to return home from work.

This was the happiness he had been pursuing all his life.

Ryan gazed at Carrie's sleeping face for a long time, feeling another surge of desire in his heart.

But in the end, he restrained himself.

He bent down and kissed her gently for a while, never getting enough of it. Then he stroked her cheek and said "I love you" several times before reluctantly leaving the room.

Downstairs, Yasmin and a newly promoted secretary were respectfully waiting for Ryan.

Yasmin had become a dedicated private assistant and bodyguard for Carrie. However, Ryan needed someone reliable by his side, too, so Yasmin recommended her apprentice, Dean, for the position of Ryan's new secretary.

"Mr. Hoffman!" The two bowed in unison.

"Yasmin, take good care of the house and Carrie."

With Dean's help, Ryan donned a black coat. Then, he reminded Yasmin, as usual, "If anything happens, contact me immediately. It doesn't matter, even if I'm in a meeting. You can call me anytime. Nothing is more important than Carrie."

Mr. Hoffman." Yasmin

now," Dean said, looking at

Yasmin said as she

made an "OK" gesture and followed Ryan out

away, Yasmin let out a long sigh of relief

the hard work, it was finally time to reap the

Carrie would not wake up just yet, Yasmin went to the kitchen to

while of preparing breakfast, the doorbell suddenly

forgotten something

took off her apron

the face

wore a black

stared straight at Yasmin, his eyes gave off a strong, oppressive, and

heart clenched. Even the pulse in her wrist throbbed

who could exert such

"Who are you?"

of vigilance

owly stepped

reaching for