The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 679

Carried stuttered, “I… I don’t… I don’t want to dance.”

Initially, Carrie sat comfortably on the sofa in the corner. She was sipping juice and enjoying a slice of cake.

Little did she know that Ryan would insist on dragging her onto the dance floor!

Carrie had seen her parents and Bethany dance, but she felt it was not for her. Besides, she never expected to be the center of attention in such a setting.

“It’s okay. I’ll teach you slowly, Carrie.” Ryan bent down, placing his hands gently on her shoulders, patiently coaxing her.

“Ryan, I don’t want to.” Carrie lowered her head, looking pitiful. There was a little smear of cream still on her lips. “Everyone here can dance so well, but I can’t, and I’ll embarrass you. Besides, I don’t like crowded places. It makes me anxious.”

Ryan’s eyes narrowed, feeling an indescribable discomfort. The second statement was what truly hit his heart.

He genuinely cared for her. However, his excitement often led him to get carried away, causing him to overlook her social anxiety and autism.

“Ryan, are you mad at me?” Carrie felt anxious as she observed his silence. She shuffled her feet awkwardly.

could enchant the world. Using his fingertip, he wiped away the cream from the corner of her lips and licked his fingers.

“Mmm! So sweet!”

she shyly clenched her delicate fists. “Why did you

sweet and fragrant all over, Carrie.” Ryan’s charming eyes sparkled sincerely. He firmly held her cold. hand, covering

raced like a startled rabbit. “Really?”

when have I

locked eyes with Carrie, a mischievous thought crossed his mind. He smirked and asked, “You’ve been sitting quietly all

about letting me teach you

Carrie confessed,

leaned in close to her ear warm breath teasing her earlobe. “Just like when I taught you to k

Carrie turned crimson, letting out a surprised

himself a light smack on the mouth. “Stay focused!

equally lively. Sasha was in high spirits, holding a glass of

dancing with Asher, leaving

want to dance, you could either ask Dad or me. Why are you dancing with Asher?” Ralph looked at his mother helplessly as she