The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1709

“In the future, I will also work hard to take care of Ryan and be as good as my sister-in-law.” Upon hearing these words, Yasmin felt a twinge of bitterness in her heart but was also relieved.

She was grateful that the journey of Ryan and Carrie was much smoother compared to that of Justin and Bella. If Carrie followed Ryan, she would not suffer such hardships in her lifetime.

Fortunately, Bella also saw the light, and Justin understood his own heart. In the end, the two reconciled and were united.

“Yasmin, tonight Ryan won’t be coming home for dinner either, and I don’t feel like going home myself.”

Carrie blinked her round, bright eyes and grabbed Yasmin's hand. “I want to spend two more hours practicing in the studio. After that, let’s go out to eat tonight, okay?”

“What did you say?!” Yasmin was completely stunned. Carrie had autism and a severe social phobia. Even after such a long time, she has never eaten out with Ryan. Even if Ryan booked a high-end restaurant, she still hesitated, finding various excuses to stay home for dinner.

After integrating into society, Carrie’s mindset has obviously changed. She talked and smiled more every day, and she was no longer so submissive. Yasmin looked at her, excited and with tears in her eyes.

“Um... I heard some classmates in the front row talking about a new restaurant nearby, saying it’s super delicious. Shall we go try it?”

Carrie’s eyes were full of hopeful light. “Yasmin, you’ve been attending classes with me all week, and you still have to prepare dinner for me in the evening. It's too exhausting. Let’s take a break tonight. I have money, so let’s go out to eat.”

Yasmin struggled to contain her emotions and nodded tearfully. “Okay, thank you, Young Madam.”

As all the classes of the day ended, the studio was empty. Carrie picked up a pencil and tied her black hair, which was hanging like a waterfall, into a loose bun. She held a paintbrush and painted seriously.

Yasmin couldn’t help but take a picture of her graceful back and send it to Ryan.

Ryan immediately replied to the message, and even across the screen, she could feel the resentment.

[Ryan: Why hasn’t the class ended yet? Does the school want to exhaust my wife? Don’t they want the money to rebuild the library?]

[Yasmin: Mr. Hoffman, class is over. Young Madam just wants to stay and practice for a while.]

[Ryan: Sigh, okay. Take care of her and don’t let her work too hard. I’ll feel sorry for her.]

[Yasmin: Mr. Hoffman, Madam said she wants to invite me to a restaurant tonight.]