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 heart

floor showed one thing that man did not sleep the whole

Taylor took some men to follow

keep up, that bastard also drifted around corners with godlike driving skills, causing them to crash their

searched the entire area. However, perhaps Drew used a fake identity

room was

tool to be used, bearing no genuine feelings for her.

seemed like he cared much about

in a state of fear, Yvonne walked

bare of any makeup, but it added a

the time when Yvonne was still not yet "Bella",

on the black coat she

left this for