"Yes, Mr. Hoffman."

Yasmin understood and went to change the bed sheets.

There were maids in the villa, but Ryan only trusted Yasmin to be near such a private and personal space as his bedroom and to set it up.

The heavy and luxurious velvet curtains were still drawn, and the dimly lit space was filled with the lingering scent of passion and entanglement after sex.

Yasmin glanced at the messy bed, her expression joyful.

It looked like the couple had a steamy night the night before.

Once Ryan left, she would have to massage Carrie's slim waist, which had endured quite the storm.

Yasmin swiftly replaced the sheets and duvet cover, then picked up the clothes Ryan threw all over the floor and put them into the laundry basket.

Since Ryan expressed his intentions to marry Carrie to his family and officially asked for her hand from the Salvador family, Yasmin had not seen a single condom.

Ryan hoped Carrie would

may not be long before Ryan

just walked out of the room joyfully when Ryan's low voice sounded, "Yasmin, accompany Carrie at home to rest for the next few days. Don't go to the Savrow Art Academy for

in a dilemma when the bathroom door suddenly swung

I want to go to class! I don't want to stay home. I want to

Yasmin

bath. She wore nothing but a towel on her delicate body, running

he immediately ran to her, removing his freshly

of

and delicate frame seemed

caught a cold,

promised me?

Ryan was appointed as

social events to expand

the carefree, rich boy who could just

one

after what happened yesterday, Ryan's nerves were like a bowstring stretched to its limit. It would either break

Carrie stared straight into him, her eyes reddening

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