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.

the glass doors open, her

cigarette butts scattered all over the floor showed one thing that man did

some men to

they failed to keep up, that bastard also drifted around corners with godlike driving skills, causing

perhaps Drew used a fake identity to book a hotel room, but he could not find him after.

room was

tool to be used, bearing no genuine feelings for her. Why did he overreact

almost seemed like he cared much about

a state of fear, Yvonne walked openly through the front door with a

of any makeup, but

immediately thought of the time when Yvonne was still not yet "Bella", and

on the black coat she was

this