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.

flowers, Mr. Harris,

the things because I helped. I returned Ms. Thompson's kindness. It was the least I could do. Besides, Ms.

of emotions, Rachel could not stop the tears

anymore, lan tearfully held her in his

beat in unison, nearly crushing the hyacinths that lay between

to him with a blushing face, and lan's heart

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 I came to

drinks were served. The

was packed tonight like it was the New

with Steven and Amelia in the living

Asher said they could not make

heard Arnold's sultry

back hurts, Ash. Come and give me a good

"Lie down."

dropped as her mind

to the party or if he just wanted to

the ladies' conversation,