Ch. 1581..1590

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1581-Bella listened attentively to Mila's recounting, her eyes gradually reddening.

Covered in wounds… Almost dead…

What sort of tragic experience did her mother go through in the past to have almost died in a foreign land?

Justin held Bella's trembling hands tightly and asked in confusion, "Mrs.

Thompson wandered alone in Hatchbay for so many years, giving Chairman Thompson a family. Did she never once contact her family or go back to her country?"

Mila lowered her eyes and shook her head, "No, never. Wyatt even changed her nationality and gave her a new identity, helping her to have a clean break from

her past."

Upon hearing it, the couple was more confused.

What type of experience would make Yara choose to hide her name and bid farewell to her home country?

Mila's few words only intensified Bella's curiosity about her mother's background.

"Bella, I don't know any further details, even if you ask me about it. Besides, your father reminded us more than once over the years not to tell you anything about your mother."

Mila grabbed Bella's hand with pleading eyes. "Although I don't know why, you must believe your father. He really loves you and your mother. Everything he did was for your good. So… Bella, just pretend you've never heard whatever I said today. Don't go asking your father, alright?"

Bella's strong love for her mother surged within her chest, but she did not want to make things difficult for Mila, so she could only nod with tears brimming in her eyes.

After the chaos caused by Cameron, Wyatt's barely recovered body became frail and weak again.

Arnold arrived in time to perform a series of examinations on Wyatt, then injected medicine before his condition gradually stabilized.

The moment he returned to his office and closed the door, Arnold felt as if a hundred-pound rock had crashed down on him, and he collapsed into the chair, exhausted. As the head physician, he felt immense pressure.

Wyatt was his crush's father.

It was his first performance in front of his future father-in-law. Who could have understood the overwhelming pressure he felt?

Thinking of this, Arnold lifelessly slumped over the desk, pouting like a neglected woman.

Wyatt's life was in grave danger during this episode. Arnold gave his all to save him, fighting with the Grim Reaper to bring Wyatt back.

Arnold had not slept for three days, and his legs were cramping from all the standing. He felt tired and hungry. But Asher spent all his time around his father without a O comforting word for Arnold.

In the field of romance, Arnold had always been a winner, never lacking in handsome flings to spend the night with.

But this time, he had taken a hard fall because of Asher, finally experiencing what it was like to have his feelings played by a man. "Asher… I hate you!"

Arnold was so mad that he nearly

shattered the glass desk. His narrow, text eyes ye as the Suean this is the last time I wil help you!

Next time, even if you kneel to beg me, I won't …"

Knock, knockSomeone knocked on the door at this moment.

Arnold hurriedly grabbed two tissues to wipe his tears and snot before walkinglover to open the door.

"Arnold."

As soon as the door opened, Asher's handsome face appeared in Arnold's teary vision, His thin Vips held a smile, añd his obsidian eyes shone with starlight.

Arnold's heart thumped wildly, his fingers on the doorframe tightening.

Arnold felt pathetic, losing his composure immediately after seeing this man.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1582-All of Arnold's resentment had flown right out the window the moment he saw Asher.

Asher said, "You must've been worn out over the past few days. You haven't eaten yet, right?"

He lifted the plastic bag in his hand, waving it in front of Arnold. "I remember you saying you don't eat carbs, but if you're feeling pressured or exhausted, you would reward yourself with some fried chicken. I bought fried chicken for you.

I'm not sure which flavor you like, so I bought a few."

Arnold's throat bobbed, salivating with anticipation.

In the end, he still let the man in.

However, Arnold maintained a little of his pride and gave Asher a cold face, sitting on the chair indifferently as he tried hard not to look at the handsome man.

"As a doctor, saving lives is my duty. Even if it's not Chairman Thompson, I'll still do my best. You don't need to be so polite."

"Are you mad?" Ignoring his indifference, Asher asked softly instead.

Arnold's eyelashes fluttered. "Who… Who's mad?"

"If you're not mad, why are you crying?"

Arnold's heart was in knots, his face flushed, and he subconsciously glanced at the mirror on the wall.

In the reflection, his lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes and nose were red, looking like Rudolph.

Asher curled his lips, chuckling softly. He took out the fried chicken from the plastic bag and opened the boxes, placing them in front of Arnold. He had even prepared plastic gloves, being considerate in every detail.

"You've worked hard." His voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of restraint.

Arnold's heart skipped a beat, and he met Asher's deep gaze in shock.

Asher pulled out a tissue to wipe Arnold's hands carefully, then sat down slowly in front of him. "It's just that my family is here, and my father is sick. I am the eldest son. I have to take care of my father, comfort my family, and still make time to go to the company to maintain our morale. Arnold, I'm sorry."

Arnold's chest heaved, and his nose tingled again. He quickly grabbed a fried chicken and took a bite. "Why are you apologizing? It's weird…"

Asher's smile grew deeper as he stared at him. "Eat more. You've lost weight."

"Mm, it tastes fine, but remember to bring ketchup next time. My favorite is still the original flavor dipped in ketchup."

Arnold gnawed on a drumstick while sizing him up, his lips curling in a satisfied angle. "Oh, you're weet I guess you really like it."

"Yes." Asher nodded seriously.

it Arnold suddenly leaned toward him, his pretty face magnifying in Asher's eyes.

"Then do you like the suit more or me?"

Asher's long eyelashes lifted slightly. His dark eyes glinted with charm, drawing Arnold in without his realization. "Is there any difference?"

Arnold knew this man was tricky, and he could not get the answer be wanted to hear even if he kept asking, so he could only grab a drumstick and bite fiercely to vent his frustrations.

"Arnold, I genuinely thank you this time."

Asher expressed his heartfelt.

gratitude. "I's not just age who owes you one The entire Thompson family owes you a big favor."

"So you don't plan to dismiss me with just fried chicken, right?" Arnold • M looked dissatisfied, but his mouth continued munching on the chicken.

"Of course not. Just tell me what else you want."

As soon as Asher's voice fell, Arnold suddenly tipped his chin, pressing his warm lips tightly against Asher's cool ones.

The exhaustion from the past few days immediately disappeareg. His aggressive kiss earned a hint of resentment, obviously not wanting to let the stubborn man off easily.

Though Asher remained passive, he closed his misty eyes, letting the little fox ravage his lips.

A teasing, passionate, and entangled kiss ensued.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1583-"Mr. Thompson, with your might and intelligence… You should know what I want with a kiss, right?" Arnold wrapped his arms around Asher's neck, his face flushed as he panted heavily. Asher lowered his gaze, pursing his lips, oily from the kiss, and his hands on his knees slowly clenched. "Next time, remember to wipe your mouth first."

Arnold licked the corner of his lips in satisfaction, smiling mischievously but captivatingly.

"No way."

After learning about her mother's past from Mila, Bella was down and gloomy the whole day, even losing her appetite.

The next evening, Bella still did not feel like eating. After feeding Wyatt some soup, she stood by the window at the end of the hallway and stared at the distance in a daze. Suddenly, a familiar embrace surrounded her from behind.

The man's reassuring scent enveloped her.

Justin pulled her delicate body into his arms and held her tightly, his sharp jaw resting on her shoulder and his lips close to her ear. "Aren't you going to eat something? I asked lan to get some takeout. They're all your favorites."

"I'm not hungry…" Bella lowered her eyes dejectedly.

"Not hungry? I still remember when you made a big bowl of pasta and finished it all, and that was at midnight." Justin recalled her impressive appetite, still in awe. Bella's head hung low sadly, her voice choking up. "Justin, I miss my mother…"

Justin's calloused thumb gently caressed her face, his heart aching. "Bella, don't be sad. Mrs. Thompson must also be thinking about you all the time in heaven."

Bella tried to hold it in, but her tears still streamed down her face.

Justin hugged her, coaxing and kissing her.

After finally calming her down, Justin had an idea and grabbed her hand.

"Let's go, Bella. I'll take you somewhere."

An hour later, Justin drove Bella to the northern coastline.

Hand in hand, they stood on the beach, watching as the sun went down. The glistening sea made them feel as if they were in a golden paradise and at peace. "This is where Mrs. Thompson was rescued thirty years ago."

Justin turned sideways and looked at Bella's beautiful face, his voice full of affection. "Bella, I know that you want to know everything about your mother.

From now on, I'll search for your mother's past with you, We'll visit every place she went before, affight?"

Bella was moved to tears, leaning against Justin's shoulder and feeling the sadness gradually fade, replaced by the warmth of happiness.

"Justin, do you think my mother was the daughter of Poseidon?" She suddenly asked.

Justin thought for a while. "She could also be the daughter of the sea."

"Isn't that the same thing…"

"Yeah," Justin smiled awkwardly, feeling that his intelligence had taken a dive since he fell in love.

Thinking about Mila's words, Bella

telt distressed. "Did Mom swim over from the sea? How long did she swim? The sea water is so colap she must've suffered and endured a lot to survive. Was she fleeing from somewhere? Justin, what should I do? I want to know everything about my mother's past, so much so that I could hardly sleep thinking about it."

"I'll look for it with you slowly. Mrs.

Thompson lived in Hatchbay for sp long. Even if Uneld Wyatt tried keep it a secret, he could not erase all traces."

Justin gazed at the sea, his brows furrowing, blurting qut Bella, @duld your mother be from Sentania?"

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1584-chapter will update soon

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1585-Bella's eyes suddenly lit up, more dazzling than the sparkling golden sea. She immediately tightened her arms around the man's firm waist. "Why do you say so?"

Justin placed a hand on the small of her back, their shadows merging into one on the sand. "It was a random guess."

"Tsk…" Bella's lips drooped, visibly disappointed.

Justin was most afraid of seeing her like this and quickly tried to come up with something. "The country closest to the northern sea is Sentania. There's no other country besides it. So I thought… Perhaps your mother encountered

something in Sentania, so she had no choice but to flee here by sea? After all, Hatchbay has the second largest port in the country."

Bella asked anxiously, "Why must it be Sentania? Terranova is also close to the northern sea."

"Terranova is still a little far off. Aunt Mila said that your mother was covered in wounds when Cameron found her. There was no boat around, so she might have been swimming for a long time. Besides, most people in Terranova have different features compared to us, so I thought… Maybe your mother might really be from Sentania."

The more Justin explained, the more he thought it made sense.

Bella thought the same. She happily stood on tiptoe and kissed the man's lips with a loud smooch, the sound instantly making her blush shyly.

But the desire beneath Justin's eyes was lit up by Bella, and he ferociously captured her lips, dominantly parting her teeth, licking and biting her softly. His tongue insatiably explored her sweet mouth. Bella listened to the crashing waves, much like her thumping heart at this moment.

She enjoyed the long and intense kiss, her thoughts floating like the glistening foam on the sea's surface.

Justin's eyes turned red with lust, sucking fiercely at her fair neck, creating marks that belonged to him.

"Hmm… Pervert… You aren't thinking of doing it here, are you?!" Bella pushed him weakly, but her body grew soft.

"Do you want to?"

Justin's breath became heavier, and he teased, "Aren't you afraid someone might come over?"

"Of course I'm afraid!"

Bella punched his solid chest muscles. "If someone walked in on us… We'd be on social headlines immediately! It'll be humiliating. We'll be punished and asked to do community service or something. Am going to pick up el.

while you clean the public toilets?!"

"I can also clean the toilet while picking up trash." Justin caught her hands and pressed them against his chest.

Bella rolled her eyes in exasperation. This man's logic was out of the world! Was this about what kind of community service they would do?!

"Don't worry, Bella. Although my body is always filled with animalistic desire whenever I touch you, I'm not a beast without regard for the timing, location, and your feelings."

Justin's eyes were dark. He took off his coat and wrapped it around Bella.

The muscles or his arm flexed so múch it nearly tore his shirt.

Bella pressed her forehead against his chest, burying herself in his าวเ

"Besides, I wouldn't want to do it here. You'd catch a gold How could I bearto bee you sick?"

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1586-"Sounds good, but keep it a secret from Uncle Wyatt. He's still sick." Justin's eyes revealed concern, genuinely caring for Wyatt as his own family.

Bella nodded, lowering her eyes. "I won't ask Wyatt. Since he doesn't want to say anything, I won't force him. I will search and find out about my mother's past myself. I just don't understand what kind of background Mom has to make Wyatt so wary. It's one thing if he didn't tell me when I was a child, but I'm grown now. I am her only daughter, and I have the right to know everything about Mom. So what if Mom might come from a disgraceful background? So what if she was a wanted international criminal? In my heart… She's forever my beloved mother."

Justin listened quietly, his heart throbbing in slight pain as he empathized with Bella.

When he was still a child, he lived in the dirty and ruined slums with his mother.

His ears were always filled with insults and curses directed at his mother, ever since he could remember things. They called her a stripper, a prostitute, saying that the young Justin was an illegitimate bastard, and she carried a filthy disease contracted from some random man.

He did not believe that his mother was the kind of woman they described.

Even if she was, it could not erase the love he had for his mother.

After Zoe returned to Savrow, Claire and Liam immediately sent her to the best hospital and arranged for her to be in the VIP ward.

“Mom… Uncle, thank you for bringing me back." Zoe leaned against her mother's arm weakly, her face as pale as paper.

"My dear daughter… you've suffered so much…"

Claire could not stop her tears. "It's my fault… I will never leave you alone outside anymore. From now on, even if Ryan holds a blade to my neck, I will never let you leave me! Nobody could take my precious daughter away from me!"

"Sob… Mom! I miss you so much…" Zoe sobbed uncontrollably.

"Zoe, I've told your grandfather about what happened immediately. He was almost in tears."

Liam looked at her with an ambiguous gaze. "He would never let you leave Savrow. Focus on recuperating and rest assured."

Zoe met his gaze, her lips curling up into a sinister and smug smile.

Suddenly, the ward's door was flung open, and a cold wind gushed into the room.

Ryan's tall and lean figure was wearing a meticulously tailored black suit. His black coat covering his shoulders slid off with a shrug, but his subordinate quickly caught it behind him.

The man's natural-born royal demeanor made Liam green with envy.

This brat's playboy look in the past had completely vanished. Now, brat was growing to resemble deceased brother with a commanding presence.

Liam gritted his teeth secretly. Ryan's rapid growth had surpassed his expectations.

Now that he had helped Zoe return to Savrow, it was time for them to work together and go against Ryan.

'Ryan… Zoe timidly clung to her mother.

Ryan's beautiful but menacing eyes fixed on Zoe's fearful fage, sending a chill dowth her spine.His aggressive and overbearing manner was comparable to the Grim Reaper doring to claim her soul.

"Ryan… Your sister is still sick. What areo do?!" Claire hugged her daughter tightly as she looked at her son warily

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1587-Ryan's face showed no emotion. Just as he stepped forward, Liam quickly blocked his way with a forced smile. "Ryan, let's talk this over calmly. After all, Zoe is your younger sister. There's no need to get so worked up. I've watched both of you grow up. I remember how much you used to dote on her when you were kids…"

"This is our family matter. What right do you have to speak here as an outsider?" Ryan's eyes instantly filled with frost, completely dismissing Liam.

Liam's smile froze on his face.

"Ryan! This is your uncle you're talking to! How can you speak to an elder like that?" Claire was both furious and embarrassed, her face flushed with anger.

Ryan ignored her, staring coldly at Zoe. "I have something to say to Zoe. Could you both please give us some space?"

Zoe trembled like a leaf in her mother's arm.

Claire would not dare leave them alone together, so she sternly refused. "There are no outsiders here. Your uncle is not an outsider either. If you have something to say, say it. Or else, just don't say anything at all!"

"Fine. I tried to be considerate. But you're the one neglecting their pride. That has nothing to do with me."

With dangerous strides, Ryan approached Zoe, his voice as cold as thunder striking above her head. "Zoe, you're indeed clever, coming up with the idea to conspire with your dearest uncle, pretending to be sick and pitiful just to get back here. Well, your uncle is also willing to make sacrifices, even getting you poison that can cause cardiac arrest. Heh, how ruthless. But then again, you aren't his biological child. If his scheme succeeded, you'd owe him a favor. But if something goes wrong and you end up in the morgue, that would have been your fate. It would have nothing to do with him. How clever!"

With just a few words, Ryan exposed their scheme. Zoe's and Liam's expressions changed instantly.

Claire looked at Liam in disbelief, then turned to Ryan. "Ryan, w-what did you just say?!"

Ryan's lips curled into a cold, wicked smile. "Mom you love her the most. When she was little, you couldn't elfoet even sleep when she was in pain or if she needed an injection or medicine. But our uncle here gave your daughter poison. Zoe is young and reckless. But what about him? Doesn't he know better at his age?"

Panicking, Zoe turned even paler, her eyes darting around, not daring to speak.

On the brink of a breakdown, Claire stared at Liam with red eyes, trembling as she questioned, "Liam… Is what Ryan said true?!"

"Claire, that's absolutely not true!"

More resilient under pressure than Zoe, Liam immediately argued back. "I've always treated Zoe like my own daughter How could I possibly harm her?!

Besides, Ryan, you had Zoe guarded like a prisoner in Inalia. Who could even get close to her? Even if I had the intention, I don't have the reach to pull something like that off!"

Ryan mocked him slowly. "Uncle, aren't you being modest? If you can't do it, no one else in the entire Hoffman family can. I know about all the heinous things you've done over the years. Why are you always hanging around our house like a weasel with nothing to do? If you el.

Want to retire early, there you no need

to go to such lengths. I can inform Grandpa about it on your behalfm Whether you ke in the Hoffman Group or not makes no difference at

Claire looked at Liam in shock, her gaze growing increasingly. co M complicated. Yet, she pressed her lips together, saying nothing.

Infuriated, Liam let out a stifled cough, his stiff face flushing red and then turing pale.

all."

He knew all too well how much his sister-in-law doted on her children. They were her life.

Ryan's words were undoubtedly eroding Claire's trust in Liam.

If Claire truly became wary of Liam, it would complicate his actions in the future.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1588-Zoe clutched the bedsheet tightly, her forehead now covered in cold sweat.

Back then, she had always thought her older brother was brave but not particularly clever. No matter what she did, she could always cover up her mistakes with a little whining and acting. But she finally realized how mistaken she was.

Ryan was far more perceptive than she had ever imagined, instantly seeing through her and Liam's scheme! She had only fooled Ryan in the past because he trusted her unconditionally as his sister, never doubting her intentions.

However, they were no longer siblings but enemies.

Ryan had become a formidable enemy, strong enough to battle wits with their cunning uncle.

Liam stood there, glaring angrily at Ryan. However, Ryan had no patience for him. He simply shouldered past him. His strong frame knocked Liam off balance as he approached Zoe.

"Zoe, you'd better stay quiet and behave yourself."

Ryan's narrow eyes gleamed with a predator's intensity that made Zoe's scalp tingle. "If you dare to bother Bella and Justin, or my wife, Carrie, not even Grandpa or God will be able to protect you. I WILL KILL YOU."

Each word dripped with hatred.

Zoe's pupils contracted as she stared into Ryan's fierce, icy eyes. She felt a swirl of shock, anger, and despair.

The last time her brother had called her "Zoe", he had looked at her with nothing but affection, smiling warmly as he held her hand, proudly showing off his talented sister to the world.

That felt like a lifetime ago.

Ryan was her brother, hers alone. How did it come to this? Why did all the care and love that belonged to her become Carrie's?!

Initially, Zoe felt her heart aching. However, when she thought about how Ryan repeatedly hurt her for the sake of that fool, even valuing Bella, who had been divorced and could not have children, over her, her heart was filled with nothing but seething hatred.

She thought, 'Ryan, don't blame me for this. You brought this upon yourself.

This is your fault!' As Ryan threatened Zoe, Claire watched in distress. Hatred has torn apart her once harmonious and happy family, leaving her in torment. She did not know how to mediate or manage the situation.

As they were about to leave, Ryan suddenly spoke, his eyes shining with anticipation for his married life. "Mom, Carrie and I will get engaged once my appointment as the CEO is finalized. According to l customs, as the future mother-in-law, you should give Carrie a betrothal gift you received from your father when you got married."

Claire bit her lip, her eyes full of reluctance.

"I thought you might be unwilling or hesitant. It's fine. I understand. I just wanted to inform you."

Ryan smiled nonchalantly. He glanced at his subordinate, who promptly stepped forward and respectfully draped the black coat over his shoulders. "If you really don't want to give her the betrothal gift, I'll prepare one for you. Father left several pieces of collectible jewelry with me before he passed away. I'll pick the best one and give it to Carrie, saying it's from you. I'm doing this for the sake of the Hoffman family's reputation. You wouldn't mind, would you?"

With a few casual words, Ryan left Claire feeling like she had a bone stuck in her throat.

After Ryan left the ward, the air remained tense for a long time.

"Mom… Look how scary Ryan has become…"

Zoe began to cry in a manipulative and pitiful manner. "Does he only care about that woman… Has he really abandoned us and this family?"

Feeling helpless, Claire sighed. "Just let it go, Zoe… You know your brother's temper. What good does it do to challenge him?"

Zoe shook her mother's arm forcefully. "Have you also acgepted Carrie? Arg yourjust going to let Ryan marfy a girl you disapprove of? Can you really accept it?!"

"Even if I can't, what difference does it make? Your brother is just like ypur father. Onge hersets this mind on someone or something, no one can change it."

"Mom, what do you mean by that?!"

Claire started sobbing, squeezing her daughter's hand. "Zoe, I've come to terms with it. As long as you stay by my side and take care of yourself, that's all that matters to me. Just let your brother do what he wants to do UMS Seeing her mother so weak and incapable, giving up without a fight, Zoe felt anger surge within her.

After a while, Mrs. Hoffman got up to get Zoe's medical report from the doctor.

As the door closed, only Liam and Zoe remained in the ward.

Zoe's expression shifted from innocent and weak to dark and sinister in a split second.

Liam's demeanor also changed. He slouched casually on the sofa, looking at her with almooking smile.

"Zoe, 've helped you get back here.

Don't you think it's time to help your dear uncle get what he wants now?"

 

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1589-Zoe smirked, and her eyes gleamed cunningly. "Of course, my dear Uncle!"

"Look, the board meeting is just around the corner, and your grandfather will officially appoint your brother as the Hoffman Group's CEO. Immediately after that, he will get engaged to that girl from the Salvador family. Pfft, your brother is about to have it all. He's going to have success in both his career and love life. It seems like our plan might be falling apart," Liam said, lighting a cigarette and taking lazy drags. "Who says the plan is falling apart? The show has just begun." Zoe scoffed.

"Well, my dear niece. What brilliant scheme do you have in mind?"

"I suddenly thought about this. What if we've been approaching this matter incorrectly since the beginning?"

Zoe leaned back against the headboard, then spoke sinisterly. "Ryan is tough to crack, so why don't we target Carrie instead? That stupid girl has always been a pushover. She has been like that since middle school. It would be easy to manipulate her. If I explain the current situation to her and make her understand the stakes, she'll definitely waver if she truly loves Ryan."

Liam grinned. "Explain the situation to her? My dear niece, you've made threats sound so nice."

"Oh, Uncle, as long as you get what I mean. The problem is…"

Zoe looked unsettled, "Ryan is protecting that little bitch a little too well. I don't have her contact information. Besides, I can't get close to her. Even if I have a plan, I can't execute it."

Liam's eyes lit up with a cunning idea. "That's easy. From now on, I'll have someone keep an eye on them. As soon as Carrie is out, they'll notify you. Ryan is extremely busy right now, and I don't think he'll be able to pay attention to her all the time. He's bound to slip up."

"Then, we have a deal, Uncle." Zoe's lips curled into a creepy smile.

As night fell, Ryan finished his work and eagerly returned to the love nest he shared with his sweet fiancee.

He had been utterly exhausted, but just the thought of Carrie waiting for him at home, with her adorable face, clear doe eyes, slender waist, and soft, enticing body, revitalized him.

He was full of energy once again.

Carrie was truly his source of strength.

"Babe!"

As soon as he walked in, Ryan immediately pulled Carrie into a tight embrace, ignoring Yasmin's presence. He passionately kissed her, their lips and tongues entwined in a heated embrace.

"Mmm!"

Carrie let out a soft moan from her throat, instinctively returning the kiss. Her smooth body seemed to have melted into his.

"Heh… You smell so good, so sweet."

Ryan reluctantly pulled away from her moist lips. Then, he planted a kiss on her forehead and asked in a husky voice, "Tell me, did you miss me?"

Carrie shyly nodded, her lips pressed tightly together.

"You're about to become the wife of a CEO, but you're still as shy as ever," Ryan teased her. He then gently pinched her cute nose, his love for her evident.

"Young Madam was just too shy to say it out loud. But she missed you very much, too."

Yasmin gave a knowing smile. "From this afternoon until now, Madam kept asking when you'd be back. She asked so many times that I almost took her to the office to see you." "Y-Yasmin, I didn't…" Carrie clutched her skirt with both hands, her face blushing like a peach.

"You did, and I want you to admit it!"

Ryan insisted playfully, holding Carrie's waist tightly. "Even after we get married, ten, twenty years from now on, I want you to wait for me every day and always think of me, just like you do now.

Okay?"

"Yeah. As long as you like it… I'll be happy to do so." Carrie nodded shyly.

She was so obedient and adorable-the ultimate dream for any man.

Yasmin could not help but smile at the sight.

Thanks to Carrie, she witnessed Ryan behaving as if he had consumed ten pounds of candy.

Ryan then changed into his casual clothes and sat elegantly at the dining table.

Carrie and Yasmin stared at him with wide, curious eyes, making him selfconsciously rub his handsome face.

"Is there something weird about my face?"

Yasmin commented. "Mr. Hoffman, you seem different. You never used to change clothes for dinner, and you've never sat so properly before."

Carrie nodded seriously. "Yeah, she's right. Ryan, you seem so elegant now.

You're becoming like my second brother."

"Really?"

Ryan said as he got up and almost aggressively tore a leg off the roast chicken, taking a big bite and chewing heartily.

"Who cooked this? It's delicious!"

Carrie and Yasmin did not respond to his question.

That elegance they saw earlier must have been an illusion.

In the future, Ryan's rough actions could really be used as a trademark for authenticity.

After devouring the chicken leg, Ryan noticed that Yasmin had prepared a feast of oysters for him.

"Mr. Hoffman, seafood is light and won't fill you up. Have some more to nourish yourself," Yasmin said, placing the largest oyster on his plate with a meaningful smile.

Ryan's handsome brows furrowed as he glared at Yasmin, gripping the chopsticks so hard that they were creaking.

He was just too busy to have some.

intimate time with Carrig. He was hot incapable of doing so. Did he really need this much nourishment?

Seriously!

of work to attend to. However, he pretended to be a man of leisuren sitting on the living room carpet and playing the new board game Carrie had bought.

of work to attend to. However, he pretended to be a man of leisuren sitting on the living room carpet and playing the new board game Carrie had bought.

After a hearty meal, Ryan had a lot

"Yasmin, you've been busy all evening. Let me take care of it."

"How can I let you do that, Young Madam? I'll take care of it myself…"

However, Carrie insisted, pushing her down onto the sofa before running into the kitchen.

As soon as Carrie left, Ryan's gentle smile vanished, and his face suddenly turned grim.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1590-Suddenly, guilt struck Ryan. He realized how harsh his words had been earlier.

His throat tightened with remorse. Yes, this was Carrie's way of showing her love.

He had only seen it as ordinary pastries and focused on her injury, completely overlooking her heartfelt effort.

As her soon-to-be husband, he was failing miserably.

"It wasn't that good anyway. If it's ruined, then it's ruined." Then, Carrie's smile suddenly brightened like a clear sky after a storm, though it still carried a hint of reluctance. "Next time, I'll make it for you again." Before she could finish

speaking, Ryan began picking up the shattered pastries from the floor, eating them piece by piece without hesitation, savoring them meticulously.

"Yum! It tastes so good! I'm at a loss for words… Your cooking is amazing, honey!"

Despite his mouth being full, Ryan found room to praise her. "Honey, will I be lucky enough to eat this every day? Oh, no, that'd be too much work for you. I'll be satisfied with just an occasional treat!" "They fell on the floor. They're dirty.

Don't eat them!" Carrie blushed in panic, wanting to reach into his mouth and take the food out.

"Nah, it's not dirty at all."

Ryan hurriedly stuffed the last piece of the shattered panda pastry into his mouth, swallowing it all before narrowing his eyes with satisfaction. "Honey, I want more. Do we have any left?" Carrie's eyelashes fluttered slightly. "There's no more. I only made these…"

"But I didn't get enough of it. What do we do then?"

Ryan's large hand suddenly encircled her slim waist, pulling her into his embrace with a domineering grip. His voice was husky and alluring. "Then, why don't you let me have a full meal in bed tonight?" Carrie leaned against his solid chest, lightly biting her soft lips and nodding shyly.

After bandaging Carrie's wound, Ryan called Yasmin to the study.

"Did you notice that Carrie seemed a bit off?"

Ryan leaned back on t Sis gaze somber. His s picked up a glass "Yeah, she probably overheard our conversation. But… I don't know how much she heard."

Yasmin's brow furrowed with concern. "Mr. Hoffman, don't you think Ms. Carrie is especially afraid of Zoe?"

As Ryan recalled how that wretched girl had bullied Carrie when he was not home, he nearly ground his molars to dust. "That incident likely left a psychological trauma on Carrie She has autism and is timid. How could she endure that kind of torment? Now that Zoe is back, you must be extra vigilant when I'm not around. Do not let her get near Carrie.

Alright?"

Yasmin could not shake off the feeling that something was off between Carrie and Zoe.

She could not pinpoint it exactly, but her strong intuition told her there was more to the story between Carrie and Zoe.

"Tsk, why is it so hot in here? Is the air conditioning off?"

Ryan started panting heavily, his long neck gradually turning red. "I'm feeling so restless all over…"

Suddenly, Yasmin remembered something and quickly glanced at the wall clock.

The timing was just about right.

"Yasmin!" Ryan felt a blazing fire igniting in his lower abdomeno m immediately becoming suspicious.

immediately becoming suspicious.

He glared at her.

too many oysters. I still have a lot of work to do. So, i'm leaving how!"

Seeing the man's increasingly peculiar and watery gaze, Yasmin quickly backed away and stammered, "M-Maybe… You had

Ryan's breath was heavy. He clenched his teeth as he alternated betweeh frustration and amusement.