The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Watching Ryan embrace Carrie, Ralph felt a stinging sensation in his eye. He could not help but capture the moment on his phone. "Mr. Ralph, I'm curious. When did you realize it was us?" Dressed as the pink bunny mascot, Yasmin could not hold back her curiosity. "Maybe it's a cop's intuition."

Ralph did not tell Yasmin that he believed love was something one could never hide.

The moment he saw the dog mascot holding Carrie like a treasure, he knew it was Ryan.

"Please let Mr. Hoffman and Ms. Carrie spend a bit more time together. We promise not to disturb you again." Yasmin pleaded earnestly. "Don't worry about me. As long as Carrie is happy, that's all that matters." Ralph's voice was hoarse, as if filled with bitter sand.

Despite his reluctance, Ryan returned Carrie to Ralph's side.

He feared Carrie would find out about his disguise if he spent more time with her.

"Why are you crying?" Ralph gently asked Carrie, handing her a tissue.

"It's nothing. It's nothing..." Carrie murmured, wiping her puffy eyes.

Ralph knew why she was crying. His heart ached, but he still showed her a bright smile.

"Are you hungry? Let's go. I'll take you for some delicious food!"

The dog mascot watched them walk away. Then, it slowly turned and dragged itself in the opposite direction, its large head hanging low.

Yasmin followed Ryan to a secluded spot before removing her mascot head. Her black hair was plastered to her face with sweat as she took deep breaths of fresh air.

"Mr. Hoffman, you should take yours off, too. It's stifling. Mr. Hoffman?"

Yasmin called out to him twice. However, Ryan remained facing the wall, unresponsive.

Alarmed, she hurried forward and took off his headgear.

"Mr. Hoffman, you..."

next moment, Yasmin's eyes widened

his forehead. His chest heaved violently within the oversized costume, and his stunning eyes were red and swollen. They could barely stay open. Ryan's sweat and tears had

Hoffman..." Yasmin's throat tightened with sympathy, wanting to comfort Ryan but not knowing what to

his hands against the wall, his body drained of all strength. He was on the verge of

so difficult to approach

between the past and

"Why did she cry...?"

pause, Ryan finally spoke in a broken, hoarse

Ryan answered his own question. "Could it be that the dance reminded her of our past? Does Carrie still love me?" It was

of the Hoffman family finally lost his

Young Madam still loves you. No one can replace you in her

could overcome all

of his eyes. He took a deep breath and said, with his back to Yasmin, "Let me spend a little more time with

and Carrie

the long-awaited fireworks show was

viewing spot in advance. The two of them stood side by

in black coats, blended into the crowd. He gazed at Carrie's soft, beautiful figure and the delicate shoulders he once cherished. To Ryan, Carrie was more beautiful than the most

the amusement park. Suddenly, a beautiful arc shot up to the sky like a meteor,

pointed to the night sky. "It's

"Yeah, beautiful."

by his side, Ralph had no interest in the fireworks. He stared

chance to be with her

when he did, even just one more glance

grand and splendid fireworks filled the entire night sky and the crowd erupted in joyful cheers, Ralph could no longer

I really like you. Will you be my

were clear and steady, the laughter around them quickly

entranced, Carrie's glass-like eyes reflected the fireworks above. She