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.

felt embarrassed, but she was even more afraid of pissing

she stood on tiptoe and

be satisfied with that? He placed his hand on the small of her back, forcefully

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

and handing it to Bella

took the cup and

vaguely felt something off about Carrie. She seemed a little restrained, carrying a touch of

her father was basically non-existent, and her grandfather was too unwell to meet her and take care of

Justin said calmly, "Ryan, there's something we

go to

cheerful after seeing his best friend. He walked up the

I like freshly squeezed orange juice. Can you prepare a glass for me and

"Of course. Right away."