The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"A man in a suit?" Rachel was surprised.

"Oh, I remember it now. I thought the man looked rather familiar. He was the young man who came the last time. I beat him with my cane to teach him a lesson. That's the bastard! I bet he's up to no good, sneaking around."

Rachel felt something stirring within. Without changing out of her house slippers, she left home.

In the end, lan could not find the courage to call Rachel.

He was bound to leave in disappointment tonight due to his cowardice.

As he turned away to depart in dejection, a sweet voice cut through him.

"M-Mr. Harris!"

lan looked back and saw Rachel running toward him in her bunny-themed loungewear and a loose bun. The way she looked just took his breath away.

"G-Good evening, Ms. Mead."

He stiffly shoved the flowers and gift to Rachel with a silly look.

"Happy birthday!"

With her heart racing, Rachel took the flowers but refused the gift. Recognizing the brand, she knew the gift was very expensive.

Harris, but the gift

understandingly, "I know you got me the things because I helped. I returned Ms. Thompson's kindness. It was the least I could do. Besides, Ms. Thompson

emotions, Rachel could not stop the

lan tearfully held her in his arms. The empty feeling inside him was gone there

crushing the hyacinths that lay

Rachel called out to him with a blushing face,

I do has nothing to do with Mr.

lan's scorching breath brushed

her ear. Driven by an urge like never before, he held her and could not let go anymore. "Everything I do, I do for you. I missed you, Ms. Mead. That's why

were served. The

nest was packed tonight like it was the

with Steven and

but Asher said they could not make

hung up, she heard Arnold's

Ash. Come and give me

"Lie down."

her mind went down the

it to the party or if he just

want to barge into the ladies' conversation,