The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1721

“Yes, Mr. Hoffman.”

Yasmin understood and went to change the bed sheets.

There were maids in the villa, but Ryan only trusted Yasmin to be near such a private and personal space as his bedroom and to set it up.

The heavy and luxurious velvet curtains were still drawn, and the dimly lit space was filled with the lingering scent of passion and entanglement after sex.

Yasmin glanced at the messy bed, her expression joyful.

It looked like the couple had a steamy night the night before.

Once Ryan left, she would have to massage Carrie’s slim waist, which had endured quite the storm.

Yasmin swiftly replaced the sheets and duvet cover, then picked up the clothes Ryan threw all over the floor and put them into the laundry basket.

Since Ryan expressed his intentions to marry Carrie to his family and officially asked for her hand from the Salvador family, Yasmin had not seen a single condom.

She could see how much Ryan hoped Carrie would be pregnant with his child.

With them being so affectionate, it may not be long before Ryan fulfills his wish.

Yasmin just walked out of the room joyfully when Ryan’s low voice sounded, “Yasmin, accompany Carrie at home to rest for the next few days. Don’t go to the Savrow Art Academy for now.”

“Mr. Hoffman, I…”

Yasmin was in a dilemma when the bathroom door suddenly swung open.

“No! I want to go to class! I don’t want to stay home. I want to go to class!”

Ryan and Yasmin were stunned!

Carrie stood there, drenched and still radiating heat from the bath. She wore nothing but a towel on her delicate body, running out with bare feet.

Ryan’s heart tightened, and he immediately ran to her, removing his freshly changed suit to wrap it around her damp body.

“We are having an anniversary celebration in a few days, and there’s a cultural performance. I’ve never participated in an activity like this. I don’t want to miss it!”

Carrie struggled in the man’s arms. “I could finally live like a normal person... Finally, they’re not looking at me like a monster! Ryan, going to classes really makes me happy… I want to learn how to draw. Don’t do this, okay? Don’t strip this happiness away from me, okay? Please…”

Strip away.

The heavy accusation was like two sharp blades that plunged into Ryan’s ribs. He had always been the person who loved her most and prided himself on being the architect of her future happiness.

But he never expected that his consideration for her seemed like deprivation in her eyes…

“Young Madam, you’ve misunderstood.”

Yasmin quickly grabbed a towel and walked over to dry Carrie’s wet hair. “Mr. Hoffman didn’t mean that. It’s just that, after what happened, the academy must be in chaos. You can avoid classes for a few days and resume until things have settled down.”

Carrie shook her head, as stubborn as an ox. “No need. I’m not afraid. If I don’t go, everyone will know the one taken hostage that day was me. When I return to class, people will look at me differently. Wouldn’t my situation be even worse?”

Yasmin was speechless, secretly surprised by Carrie’s meticulous thinking.