The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Suddenly, guilt struck Ryan. He realized how harsh his words had been earlier.

His throat tightened with remorse. Yes, this was Carrie’s way of showing her love.

He had only seen it as ordinary pastries and focused on her injury, completely overlooking her heartfelt effort.

As her soon-to-be husband, he was failing miserably.

“It wasn’t that good anyway. If it’s ruined, then it’s ruined.” Then, Carrie’s smile suddenly brightened like a clear sky after a storm, though it still carried a hint of reluctance. “Next time, I’ll make it for you again.” Before she could finish

speaking, Ryan began picking up the shattered pastries from the floor, eating them piece by piece without hesitation, savoring them meticulously.

“Yum! It tastes so good! I’m at a loss for words… Your cooking is amazing, honey!”

Despite his mouth being full, Ryan found room to praise her. “Honey, will I be lucky enough to eat this every day? Oh, no, that’d be too much work for you. I’ll be satisfied with just an occasional treat!” “They fell on the floor. They’re dirty.

Don’t eat them!” Carrie blushed in panic, wanting to reach into his mouth and take the food out.

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a domineering grip. His voice was husky and alluring. “Then, why don’t you let me have a full meal in bed tonight?” Carrie leaned against his

bandaging Carrie’s wound, Ryan called Yasmin to

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with concern. “Mr. Hoffman, don’t you

has autism and is timid. How could she endure that kind

Alright?”

shake off the feeling that something was off between

not pinpoint it exactly, but her strong intuition told her there was more

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