The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1738

Ryan carried his beloved wife back to their bedroom.

In just a few swift movements, he removed the white cotton dress stained with paint from her body and carried her into the bathroom.

Steam filled the bathtub as Ryan carefully placed her inside. Afraid he could not control himself, he stayed by the tub, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt and gently wiping her delicate, fragile skin.

He noticed how the girl, once slightly plump from his care, had recently become thinner again. He had noticed her flat belly, delicate collarbones, and pointed chin.

Ryan pursed his lips tightly. He could not help but feel his heart ache.

Suddenly, he began to regret his decision.

If he had not taken on this task, he could have spent every day with Carrie. They could have lived a simple and happy life. Would that not be wonderful?

But if he had not fought for the position, the Hoffman Group would have fallen into Liam’s hands eventually.

No.

Even if it meant destroying the group, Ryan could not let that beast have his way.

“Um…”

Carrie slowly opened her eyes. Just as she realized she was looking at Ryan’s handsome face, she suddenly woke up, stunned.

Suddenly, water splashed everywhere.

Carrie’s delicate body broke the water’s surface, her slender arms tightly embracing his neck as she burst into tears.

Hot tears fell on Ryan’s shoulders as he held her smooth body in his arms, wishing he could embed her into his flesh and blood. He got scared.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying all of a sudden? Did anyone do something to you, love?”

Ryan asked nervously, but Carrie just kept crying.

She was scared. She feared that Ryan would put himself in danger for her sake again.

She feared the darkness of night. She feared that she would wake up in the morning without Ryan by her side and that he would get arrested…

Ryan never used to be as meticulous as Justin in fashion. He also did not like wearing ties, finding them constricting. His suits were mostly casual, and on his well-built frame, they exuded a languid yet captivating charm.

However, he could not afford to be so informal anymore.

So, Carrie learned to tie ties. At first, she was slow, and the knots did not look good, but Ryan never minded. He always wore whatever she tied for him to work.

Now, after lots of practice, she could quickly tie a perfect Windsor knot with her nimble fingers.

“It’s done, Ryan.”

Before Carrie could even finish her sentence, Ryan suddenly pulled her in by the waist, and his lips descended upon hers.

His tongue effortlessly pried open her teeth, his tall nose brushing against her delicate pink one, sending electrifying tingles through them.

Ryan felt his petite partner growing softer in his arms. She was like a piece of melting, creamy, delicious white chocolate.

Early in the morning, he was already feeling aroused.