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.

Mr. Harris, but the

least I could do. Besides, Ms. Thompson has done far more for me, while I don't know what I can do for

emotions, Rachel could not stop the tears from

anymore, lan tearfully held her in his arms. The empty

unison, nearly crushing the

out to him with a blushing face, and

nothing to do with Mr. Salvador or

lan's scorching breath brushed

not let go anymore. "Everything I do,

drinks were served. The guests had also

packed tonight like it

Steven and Amelia in

but Asher said they could not make

hung up, she heard Arnold's sultry

hurts, Ash. Come and give me a

"Lie down."

dropped as her

to the party or if he

barge into the ladies' conversation, so he went to Justin