The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1720

Ryan returned to the living room dejected. After putting Carrie to bed, Yasmin descended the stairs.

As Ryan looked up, their gazes met, and Yasmin put her head down in fright.

“Any lower, and your head will hit the floor. Are you an ostrich?”

With his brows furrowing in annoyance, Ryan went to the sofa to sit down. He took out a cigarette to hold between his lips, only to remember that Carrie did not like the smell of tobacco. In the end, he did not light the cigarette.

Yasmin kept her head down throughout.

The usually callous and unapproachable woman was now timid with guilt.

“Come here.”

Yasmin took a few steps to get to Ryan, but the silence felt like a lifetime.

“Is Carrie asleep?” Ryan’s voice was husky.

“She’s asleep.”

Yasmin hung her head low, her voice trembling. “I’ll pack my things and leave right away. I won’t get in your way.”

“You can stay.” Ryan’s icy words granted Yasmin a pardon.

“B-But you said…”

“You are close with Carrie. I know she won’t have any appetite if she loses you.”

Ryan removed the cigarette from his lips and crushed it in his grasp. At the end of the day, he could not be cruel to the woman who was devoted to him. “You should stay and take care of Carrie. Even though you’re clumsy with laundry and cooking, I won’t feel any better leaving Carrie’s care to someone else. This cannot happen again, or I won’t just fire you. I’ll kill you.”

The last sentence was a joke.

As remorse washed over Yasmin, she shied away from his gaze and fought back the tears.

“I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”

…

Late at night, Ryan, in matching pajamas with Carrie, reviewed files on the sofa under the soft ceiling light.

He was not a workaholic like Justin. However, he was too distraught to sleep, and he needed some distraction.

“Ugh… No! Don’t hit me! Don’t hit me!”

Suddenly, Carrie kicked the duvet away in her sleep and wrangled around as if she were pinned down. She let out a frantic scream. “I’m a dummy! I’m an idiot! Just don’t hit me!”

“Carrie!”

Ryan got up and ran to the bed. He scooped her up by the waist and pulled her into his arms. “Don’t be scared. I’m here. Don’t be scared.”

“Don’t hit me! Please, don’t.”

He held her tight, his palm running down her drenched back. “Who hit you? Tell me, Carrie. Who hit you?”

Carrie abruptly opened her eyes and gasped for air as sweat soaked her body.