The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Watching Ryan embrace Carrie, Ralph felt a stinging sensation in his eye. He could not help but capture the moment on his phone. "Mr. Ralph, I'm curious. When did you realize it was us?" Dressed as the pink bunny mascot, Yasmin could not hold back her curiosity. "Maybe it's a cop's intuition."

Ralph did not tell Yasmin that he believed love was something one could never hide.

The moment he saw the dog mascot holding Carrie like a treasure, he knew it was Ryan.

"Please let Mr. Hoffman and Ms. Carrie spend a bit more time together. We promise not to disturb you again." Yasmin pleaded earnestly. "Don't worry about me. As long as Carrie is happy, that's all that matters." Ralph's voice was hoarse, as if filled with bitter sand.

Despite his reluctance, Ryan returned Carrie to Ralph's side.

He feared Carrie would find out about his disguise if he spent more time with her.

"Why are you crying?" Ralph gently asked Carrie, handing her a tissue.

"It's nothing. It's nothing..." Carrie murmured, wiping her puffy eyes.

Ralph knew why she was crying. His heart ached, but he still showed her a bright smile.

"Are you hungry? Let's go. I'll take you for some delicious food!"

The dog mascot watched them walk away. Then, it slowly turned and dragged itself in the opposite direction, its large head hanging low.

Yasmin followed Ryan to a secluded spot before removing her mascot head. Her black hair was plastered to her face with sweat as she took deep breaths of fresh air.

"Mr. Hoffman, you should take yours off, too. It's stifling. Mr. Hoffman?"

Yasmin called out to him twice. However, Ryan remained facing the wall, unresponsive.

Alarmed, she hurried forward and took off his headgear.

"Mr. Hoffman, you..."

Yasmin's eyes

violently within the oversized costume, and his stunning eyes

with sympathy, wanting to comfort Ryan but not knowing what to

body drained of all strength. He was on the

lover was now so difficult to approach

prepared, the enormous gap between the past and present was almost unbearable for

"Why did she cry...?"

long pause, Ryan finally spoke in a broken, hoarse

question. "Could it be that the dance reminded her of our past? Does

his unparalleled confidence in this entanglement of love and

one can

could overcome all

a deep breath

Carrie

fell, the long-awaited fireworks show was about

viewing spot in advance. The two of them

away, Yasmin and Ryan, dressed in black coats, blended into the crowd. He gazed at Carrie's soft, beautiful figure and the delicate shoulders he once cherished. To Ryan, Carrie was more

beautiful arc shot up to the sky like a meteor, blossoming

the night sky.

"Yeah, beautiful."

interest in the fireworks. He stared intently at Carrie's delicate profile, unable

not often have the chance to be

he did, even just one more glance at her was precious to

the crowd erupted in joyful cheers, Ralph could

I really like you. Will you be my

his words were clear and steady, the

the fireworks above. She

anxiety. Eventually,

did not hear