The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"I understand... I couldn't help myself tonight. I won't be so irrational anymore." lan stood up, bowing to Justin guiltily.

"Humans make mistakes. You haven't done anything wrong, so you don't need to be like this. But since you found the right person, you should choose the right timing."

Justin's tall figure left his seat. He walked toward the wine cellar's door and suddenly halted, squinting at lan. "Is the gift you gave Ms. Mead another one of those cliche, luxurious items? You lack creativity, sincerity, and meaning. No wonder she rejected it."

lan could not help but feel embarrassed. Justin was right on point!

On the way home, Carrie felt like someone was awfully sullen and quiet.

When they were on the bed, Ryan could not hold back anymore. His eyes were tainted with desire, and his large hands had slipped under Carrie's white nightgown.

Their breaths entangled as their fingers intertwined, sweaty.

Tonight, he took from Carrie without feeling any exhaustion.

His caress on her lips, waist, and breasts made her melt.

In the end, when he sat up and held her tight as they reached their climax together, Ryan only felt that the woman in his arms was burning up.

arms as if she did not have a spine. They were still connected, but she did not care

kissed Carrie's forehead, which was covered with sweat. His

"I... Want... The

narrowed, and his

felt a little regret for not being able to eat the panda pastry that Ralph bought. Her stomach

"Carrie Salvador."

he pinned her down again. "Do you want to eat the

filled with possessiveness that made her

happened

Ryan questioned

and she no longer felt sleepy. "Um... I... I want to eat the little panda. I

at ease. But he still refused to let

you can't take what another man gives you... You can only take from

a hint of inexplicable

head-over-heels

love for Carrie, how could he become a

it were not for Carrie's tearful begging, they might have stayed up late enough