The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 593
Justin explained, “Bella, Ryan and I grew up together, so
him well enough. He likes women, but not just any woman.”
Justin was torn between consoling her and defending his best friend. “Besides, Carrie is my sister. He won’t lay a hand on her.”
“What’s so special about being your sister? Ryan is brazen. Unless it’s his mother, who does he not dare to touch?”
Bella slammed the table again and said, “You’d better pray that Ryan hasn’t done anything to Carrie. If he dares touch her, I
swear, I will break his arms!”
“Alright,” Justin replied softly.
“What?” Bella suddenly froze.
“I said, I agree with your idea. If anything happens, you go for his left hand, and I’ll take care of his right.”
Bella was left utterly speechless.
The saying was true after all. Men would betray their brothers for
women.
Carrie’s surgery was successful. She was transferred to a regular
ward.

Lying in bed, Carrie seemed fragile and pale, almost blending in with the white bedsheet...
It was truly a heartbreaking sight to behold.
“How are you feeling? Does it still hurt?” Ryan sat by th
voice unexpectedly gentle as he gazed into her clear,
Carrie shook her head gently.
“Can you hear me now?”
She blinked and nodded slightly.
“That’s great!” Ryan heaved a sigh of relief, reaching for his phone.”
I’ll call your brother and sister-in-law to come pick you up.”
Before he could finish, Carrie’s heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly
grabbed his arm.
“Ryan, I’m... I’m hungry...”
“I guessed as much. Yasmin has gone to buy food for you. She should be back soon.”
At that moment, the door to the ward opened, and Yasmin hurriedly walked in with a tray of hot food.
“Mr. Hoffman, the food has arrived. Nutritious and plain, as per your

instructions.”
“Bring it over.”
Yasmin held the tray, and Ryan picked up the bowl of chicken soup.
He scooped a spoonful, blew on it gently, and slowly brought it to the
edge of Carrie’s lips.
“Come on, Carrie, let me feed you”
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Such tender care and thoughtfulness left Yasmin completely stunned.
Sure enough, it was hard to hide one’s feelings.
“I... I can manage on my own.” Carrie blushed.
“You’re still weak, so it’s better if I feed you.” Ryan gently brought the spoon close to her soft lips, his tender eyes playful.
“Women in Savrow are lining up just for a chance to be fed by me. You’d better seize this opportunity, Carrie.”
Carrie’s throat tightened, and she nervously adjusted the bedsheet.
“You can boast about being fed by Ryan Hoffman for at least three years, I’m sure! Open up, then! Ah-”