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 any appetite if

was devoted to him. "You should stay and take care of Carrie. Even though you're clumsy with laundry and cooking, I won't feel any

last sentence was a

over Yasmin, she shied away from his gaze and fought back the

sir. It won't happen

in matching pajamas with Carrie, reviewed

he was

No! Don't hit me! Don't hit

down. She let out a frantic scream. "I'm a dummy! I'm an idiot! Just

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

drenched

and gasped for air as sweat

picked on you, Carrie? Tell

turned red, and his tone was stubborn and ruthless. "I'll kill

firmly believed that dreams came from thoughts during

have happened for Carrie to have a

did a good job of shielding Carrie from harm. Yasmin stuck close to Carrie at school, so no

"N-No one."

her head with closed eyes. "I

one picked

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

was thicker than water, and she did not want to

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