The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1985

In early November, Savrow welcomed its first romantic snowfall of the year.

It was also Carrie’s twenty-fourth birthday.

Early in the morning, Bella cheerfully led her “styling team” to the hospital to doll up her soon-to-be sister-in-law.

Although she called it a team, including herself, there were just three people on it, adding Roza and Amelia.

Despite the small number, Roza’s styling and Amelia’s makeup skills were on par with celebrity styling teams.

The girls bustled into the hospital room, only to find Ryan sitting at the bedside with dark circles under his eyes, patiently feeding Carrie an oatmeal porridge.

Carrie’s eyes lit up with joy when she saw her sister-in-law. Her eyes sparkled like a doe’s. Unable to speak, she waved her frail hand warmly in greeting.

In the past two months, Carrie’s once slim face had become slightly fuller under Ryan’s care, with a faint blush replacing her usual pallor, making her look even sweeter.

Love truly was the best cosmetic for a woman.

Amelia even felt like her presence was unnecessary. Like her sister, Carrie was naturally beautiful without any embellishments. She looked as fresh and lovely as a rose in bloom.

“Bella, just wait a moment. I’ll finish feeding Carrie first.” Ryan apologized with a smile.

Bella quickly waved her hand, “There’s no rush. Take your time. We’ve got plenty of it.”

The man carefully skimmed the top layer of the porridge with the spoon, blowing on it repeatedly to make sure it was not too hot.

For the second spoonful, he added a bit of refreshing blueberries, concerned that the oatmeal porridge might be too bland.

His meticulous care made the three women feel like they were indulging in a feast of love, leaving them fully stuffed with sweetness.

Thankfully, they all had their own partners now. Otherwise, this scene would have been too much to bear.

Roza’s nose twitched as she sniffed the air. “Wow. Something smells good. What is it?”

“Oatmeal and honey?” Bella’s sharper nose identified the dish immediately.

"Oh! That’s my favorite!" Amelia's eyes sparkled, her stomach rumbling at the thought.