The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

When Drew heard Yvonne's steady breathing, he got up and walked over lightly, kneeling on one knee beside the bed, his deep gaze staring at her calm and peaceful face. After a while, he murmured, "You're not like her."

Yvonne seemed to have heard it, her long eyelashes fluttering, a hint of wetness on the corners of her eyes.

Drew's throat bobbed, wanting to wipe away her tears. But in the end, he still withdrew his hand, his proud and dejected figure walking toward the balcony.

The next morning, when Yvonne opened her eyes, Drew was already gone.

She sat up from the warm blankets and was suddenly taken aback.

Drew's black coat was neatly draped over her blanket, clearly leaving it for her.

The last time they met, he remembered she had gastric problems and left medicine for her.

This time, he knew she left in a hurry and did not bring anything warm, so he left her a coat.

"Tsk... You're still so good at taking care of people. The woman who gets to marry you will be a happy one." Yvonne chuckled lightly, her slightly trembling fingertips stroking the coat's fabric. She got out of bed and wanted to enjoy the morning breeze on the balcony.

glass doors open,

butts scattered all over the floor showed one thing

Taylor took some men

around corners with

dare to slack off and searched the entire area. However, perhaps Drew used a fake identity to

room was

Christopher usually only treated Yvonne as a tool to be used,

almost seemed like he cared much about

fear, Yvonne walked openly through the front door with

bare of any makeup, but it added a sense of

was still not yet

gaze soon fell on the black

left this for