The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Ryan returned to the living room dejected. After putting Carrie to bed, Yasmin descended the stairs.

As Ryan looked up, their gazes met, and Yasmin put her head down in fright.

"Any lower, and your head will hit the floor. Are you an ostrich?"

With his brows furrowing in annoyance, Ryan went to the sofa to sit down. He took out a cigarette to hold between his lips, only to remember that Carrie did not like the smell of tobacco. In the end, he did not light the cigarette.

Yasmin kept her head down throughout.

The usually callous and unapproachable woman was now timid with guilt.

"Come here."

Yasmin took a few steps to get to Ryan, but the silence felt like a lifetime.

"Is Carrie asleep?" Ryan's voice was husky.

"She's asleep."

Yasmin hung her head low, her voice trembling. "I'll pack my things and leave right away. I won't get in your way."

"You can stay." Ryan's icy words granted Yasmin a pardon.

"B-But you said..."

know she won't have

was devoted to him. "You should stay and take care of

sentence was a

over Yasmin, she shied away from his gaze

sorry, sir. It won't happen

Ryan, in matching pajamas with Carrie, reviewed files on

was too

hit me! Don't

kicked the duvet away in her sleep and wrangled around as if she were pinned down. She let out a frantic scream. "I'm a dummy! I'm

to the bed. He scooped her up by the waist and pulled her into his arms. "Don't be scared.

her drenched back.

gasped for air

you, Carrie? Tell me who hit

tone was stubborn and

that dreams came from thoughts during

happened for Carrie

of shielding Carrie from harm. Yasmin stuck close to Carrie at school, so no one would have gotten

"N-No one."

her head with closed eyes. "I guess it was quite a fright this afternoon, so I

picked

All she wanted to do was forget about the past and pretend like nothing ever happened.

water, and she did not

kissed