The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 679
Carried stuttered, “I... I don’t... I don’t want to dance.”
Initially, Carrie sat comfortably on the sofa in the corner. She was
sipping juice and enjoying a slice of cake.
Little did she know that Ryan would insist on dragging her onto the
dance floor!
Carrie had seen her parents and Bethany dance, but she felt it was
not for her. Besides, she never expected to be the center of attention
in such a setting.
“It’s okay. I’ll teach you slowly, Carrie.” Ryan bent down, placing his
hands gently on her shoulders, patiently coaxing her.
“Ryan, I don’t want to.” Carrie lowered her head, looking pitiful. There was a little smear of cream still on her lips. “Everyone here
can dance so well, but I can’t, and I’ll embarrass you. Besides, I don’t like
crowded places. It makes me anxious.”
Ryan’s eyes narrowed, feeling an indescribable discomfort. The second statement was what truly hit his heart.
He genuinely cared for her. However, his excitement often led him to
get carried away, causing him to overlook her social anxiety and
autism.

“Ryan, are you mad at me?” Carrie felt anxious as she observed his
silence. She shuffled her feet awkwardly.
Ryan quickly kneeled in front of her, revealing a devilishly charming
face that could enchant the world. Using his fingertip, he wiped away
the cream from the corner of her lips and licked his fingers.
“Mmm! So sweet!”
Carrie’s rosy cheeks instantly turned red, and she shyly clenched her
delicate fists. “Why did you do that? It’s... It’s so dirty.”
“Why would it be dirty? You’re sweet and fragrant all over, Carrie.” Ryan’s charming eyes sparkled sincerely. He firmly held her
cold.
hand, covering it.
Carrie’s heart raced like a startled rabbit. “Really?”
“Of course, when have I ever lied to you?”
When Ryan locked eyes with Carrie, a mischievous thought crossed
his mind. He smirked and asked, “You’ve been sitting quietly all night.

How about letting me teach you to dance?”
“I’m really clumsy.” Carrie confessed, lacking confidence.
“It’s oka
okay. I’ll teach you slowly.” Ryan leaned in close to her ear warm breath teasing her earlobe. “Just like when I taught you to k
“Ah!” Carrie turned crimson, letting out a surprised exclamation at t unexpected analogy.
Ryan playfully gave himself a light smack on the mouth. “Stay focused! Be serious, you pervert!”
On the other side, the Thompson family’s gathering was equally lively. Sasha was in high spirits, holding a glass of red wine and
dancing
with Amelia.
Surprisingly, Mila was dancing with Asher, leaving Ralph
dumbfounded!
“Mom! If you want to dance, you could either ask Dad or me. Why are you dancing with Asher?” Ralph looked at his mother
helplessly as she gracefully danced with Asher.
However, it had to be acknowledged that when his mother danced, she not only looked youthful but also radiated elegance. One
could
imagine how remarkably beautiful she must have been twenty years

ago.
“I wouldn’t want to dance with you. You’re so clumsy and awkward.
Catching criminals suits you better. Dancing isn’t your thing!” Mila
teased as she twirled with Asher.
Ralph shrugged indifferently. “Even if I dance well, what’s the use? It
won’t help me catch criminals. Do you think dancing for them will
make them surrender on the spot?”
Mila countered with a smirk, “If you could really do that, it would
great. It would save us from using knives and guns. Just scare th
to death on the dance floor!”
The mother and son bantered, bringing continuous laughter to the
crowd.
Meanwhile, Roza sat alone in the corner, sipping her drink. She
watched the joyful and warm family, and her eyes gradually reddened
with tears.
“Ms. Walker.”
Lost in thought, Roza quickly lifted her gaze. Axel appeared out of
nowhere and stood in front of her. He wore a sunny smile and
extended his right hand like a fine gentleman.