The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Ryan, you're home early today." Justin responded to his greeting.

"Honey, I'm home after a long day. Aren't you going to give me a hug?" Ryan's eyes carried a gentle smile as he held out his arms to Carrie, ignoring the black coat on his shoulders that slipped off to the ground.

Carrie's heart tightened inexplicably, but she still obediently walked over and snuggled into the man's arms like a cuddly cat.

Ryan's tall frame enveloped her completely like a clam shell. There was a lingering warmth on his body from the heater in his car, transferring into Carrie's skin and gradually easing her nerves.

"Ryan... Don't get mad," Carrie whispered softly, and only the two of them could hear it.

"Hmm? Why would I get mad?" Ryan asked hoarsely, his lips brushing past her ear.

"I, I..."

Carrie had learned to filter her words before speaking now, and she did not dare to continue after thinking about it.

"If you did anything that might make me angry, just give me a kiss. Then I won't be mad." The man's slightly cold lips brushed against her flawless cheek.

Justin's presence, Carrie felt embarrassed, but she was

on tiptoe and pecked

satisfied with that? He placed his hand on the small of her back, forcefully turning the brief kiss into a deeper

over at this time, holding a tray of refreshments. She was not fazed by the scene and smiled politely. "Mr. Salvador, Ms. Thompson,

coughed lightly, picking up a tea cup and handing it to Bella

took the cup and withdrew

off about Carrie. She seemed a little restrained, carrying a touch

meet her and take care of her. As

calmly, "Ryan, there's

Let's go

best friend. He

glass for me and Carrie? She likes

"Of course. Right away."