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..."

with Carrie. I know she won't have any appetite if she

removed the cigarette from his lips and crushed it in his grasp. At the end of the day, he could not be cruel to the woman who was devoted to him. "You should stay and take

sentence was a

over Yasmin, she shied away from his gaze and

sorry, sir. It

at night, Ryan, in matching pajamas with Carrie, reviewed files on the sofa under the soft

However, he was too distraught to sleep, and he

No! Don't hit me!

she were pinned down. She let out a frantic scream.

pulled her into his arms. "Don't be scared. I'm here. Don't

drenched back. "Who hit you?

her eyes and gasped

Carrie? Tell me

red, and his tone was stubborn and ruthless.

came from thoughts during the

for

of shielding Carrie from harm. Yasmin stuck close to Carrie at school,

"N-No one."

head with closed eyes. "I

one picked

nightmare. All she wanted to do was forget about the past and pretend like

than water, and she did not want to put her beloved

really a nightmare, Carrie?" Ryan kissed her forehead. His lips were