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

on tiptoe and pecked his lips

with that? He placed his hand on the small of her

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

cup and handing

took the cup and withdrew

a sweet and harmonious scene, she vaguely felt something off

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

Justin said calmly, "Ryan, there's

go to

friend.

freshly squeezed orange juice. Can you prepare a glass for me and Carrie? She likes it too," Bella smiled as

"Of course. Right away."