The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2379

Being a carefree soul, Sasha was delighted to see Drew return after his travels.

Just as Sasha was about to greet him, Celeste darted forward, clamped a hand over her mouth, and shot her a knowing look. Celeste dragged Sasha out of the kitchen, leaving behind only the pair of lovers.

Yvonne, puzzled by the sudden silence, was about to turn around when Drew’s hands gently covered her eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat. She pressed her lips together and spoke softly, her voice as tender as a spring breeze.

“Drew, stop playing around.”

“Tsk, you didn’t even guess, yet you knew it was me? Can’t you be a little romantic, wifey?” Drew chuckled, withdrawing his hands.

His broad palm slid down her delicate waistline, eventually resting possessively on her hips, the fabric of her velvet pants soft under his fingers.

“You... Stop being indecent,” Yvonne whispered, her body trembling slightly at his touch. She leaned into his embrace, her eyes glistening with a gentle warmth that hinted at longing.

“There’s worse to come,” Drew murmured, smirking as he leaned in. His lips claimed hers in a deep, ardent kiss, one filled with passion and restraint lost to the moment.

The man’s skillful movements left Yvonne flushed and breathless. Her petite frame instinctively arched backward, her flour-dusted hands awkwardly fumbling, unsure of where to settle.

“Hold me,” Drew said hoarsely, his voice thick with desire.

Unable to resist, Yvonne wrapped her arms around his strong neck, her delicate hands pressing against his back. The white flour from her hands left visible marks on his dark trench coat, contrasting starkly yet harmoniously—a symbolic union of their worlds.

The kiss deepened, their breaths mingling, creating a melody of intimacy that filled the room.

Only when they were both gasping for air did Drew finally release her. He gazed at her flushed face, her eyes bright and shimmering. His Adam’s apple bobbed heavily as he rasped, “Did you miss me, hmm?”

“Yes,” Yvonne answered softly, her obedience melting his heart.

Ever the rogue at heart, Drew pressed his stubbled chin against her cheek, playfully nuzzling her. “Prove it to me.”

“Everything’s in the fridge. While you were away, I made a lot of your favorite snacks…” Her voice trailed off as her cheeks turned pink. “They’re not much, just small things…”