The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge



When Drew heard Yvonne's steady breathing, he got up and walked over lightly, kneeling on one knee beside the bed, his deep gaze staring at her calm and peaceful face.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

After a while, he murmured, "You're not like her."

Yvonne seemed to have heard it, her long eyelashes fluttering, a hint of wetness on the comers of her eyes.

Drew's throat bobbed, wanting to wipe away her tears. But in the end, he still withdrew his hand, his proud and dejected figure walking toward the balcony.

The next morning, when Yvonne opened her eyes, Drew was already gone.

She sat up from the warm blankets and was suddenly taken aback.

Drew's black coat was neatly draped over her blanket, clearly leaving it for her.

The last time they met, he remembered she had gastric problems and left medicine for her.

This time, he knew she left in a hurry and did not bring anything warm, so he left her a coat.

"Tsk... You're still so good at taking care of people. The woman who gets to marry you will be a happy one." Yvonne chuckled lightly, her slightly trembling fingertips stroking the coat's fabric.

She got out of bed and wanted to enjoy the morning breeze on the balcony.

But when she pulled the glass doors open, her heart shook violently.

The cigarette butts scattered all over the floor showed one thing-that man did not sleep the whole night.

Last night, Taylor took some men to follow Drew's car.

Let alone the fact that they failed to keep up, that bastard also drifted around corners with godlike driving skills, causing them to crash their luxury car worth millions on the spot.

Christopher ordered him to bring Yvonne back, so Taylor did not dare to slack off and searched the entire area. However, perhaps Drew used a fake identity to book a hotel room, but he could not find him at all. Taylor could only brace himself and return empty-handed.

That night, Christopher's room was a mess.

Taylor could not quite understand. Christopher usually only treated Yvonne as a tool to be used, bearing no genuine feelings for her. Why did he overreact this time?

It almost seemed like he cared much about Yvonne.

Just as everyone in Pivotage was in a state of fear, Yvonne walked openly through the front door with a calm expression.

She came to Christopher, her pretty face unusually bare of any makeup, but it added a sense of natural beauty.

Christopher immediately thought of the time when Yvonne was still not yet "Bella", and his gaze darkened.

His gloomy gaze soon fell on the black coat she was wearing.

"Drew left this for me."

Yvonne admitted honestly, "Do you want me to take it off for you to burn?"

"It's just a coat. If he gave it to you, keep it. I'm not that petty."

Christopher leaned against the sofa, his elbow resting on the armrest. His fist supported his head as he looked at her mockingly. "Did you do it with him?"

Yvonne shook her head with a half-smile. "No. Drew is not an ordinary man. He's not so easily baited."

"No, he's already hooked." Christopher smiled coldly, full of disdain. "As a man, I could see through his thoughts. When he left this coat for you, he had already fallen for you."

Yvonne's heart pounded wildly, her hands clenching into fists inside the coat's pocket.

"Yvonne, you did great. Keep it up and make him fall in love with you, obsessing over you and unable to let go. Then, kill him."