The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

As they left the prison, Ryan kept Carrie in his embrace the whole time. The man's warm breath surrounded her, but Carrie still trembled slightly against his chest.

"Honey, you..." Ryan pursed his lips, suddenly at a loss for words.

What should he say to comfort her?

"We'll come next time" and "my condolences" would not do.

"Ryan." Carrie hung her head low, her eyes still swollen, with tears on her eyelashes. "Thank you... Thank you for letting me see her one last time. It's enough, really... I won't ask anything more from you in the future."

"Honey! What are you saying?!"

Ryan immediately panicked, quickly kneeling before her on one knee and grabbing her cold hands. He looked into her moist eyes with an anxious gaze. "What do you mean you won't ask anything more?! Then what do you need me for? What motivation do I have to fight for power? What will I have to look forward to?!"

"Ryan..." Carrie took a small step back.

"From now on, whatever you want or wish to do, just say the word. No matter what you ask for, I will satisfy you."

Thinking of how Carrie lost her composure in front of him that day, Ryan felt a surge of pain in his heart, and his throat turned dry. "Carrie... You are the one I love most. I want to give you the whole world. It was my fault that day. I shouldn't strip you of your right to see your mother one last time. It will never happen again, I swear."

tears welling up, her thin arms wrapping

don't have a mother

your husband, a brother and sister-in-law who

Take my hand, and I will make you

enough courage and patience to love

afraid that he would not do well enough. He was afraid of

scene

boss finally had a home. She hoped

car steadily

you want to go to Inalia for an art exhibition, see the Northern Lights, or visit Regarton's famous square to feed some pigeons?" Ryan took Carrie's hand, planting a warm kiss on the

to be held soon, and it's related to your official appointment. You need to get

waist. "Besides, what is there to prepare? Apart from me, there's only my uncle. If Grandfather isn't senile, he should know that the Hoffman Group would have no future if he gave it my uncle. The

"You are right."

he lost the fight for the racecourse hotel. I'm a little worried about it. There's something suspicious

he curled his lips gently and asked with

unhappy. She forced herself