The Divorcee Amazed the World

At the same time.

Susan returned to the hotel.

Instead of going to her own room, she went to Ryan’s room.

Covering her swollen face from Willis’ blows, she tearfully complained to him.

“Ryan, Helena has been bullying me, and Willis blindly supports her. I’ve never suffered such injustice in my life.”

She downplayed the situation, only highlighting what was in her favor.

Her pitiful appearance made Ryan feel sorry for her.

A subtle anger rose within Ryan.

He scolded, “This damn guy has lost his mind! Watch how I teach him a lesson!”

He picked up his phone, ready to call Willis.

But Susan grabbed his wrist.

She took the phone from his hand, saying, “Don’t contact Willis. If you do, he’ll hate me even more. I don’t want you to punish him; I just feel wronged and need someone to talk to. Talking to my parents about this will affect our families’ relationship, so I can only talk to you. Saying it out loud makes me feel much better.”

The more she said this, the more Ryan felt sorry for her.

Ryan asked gently, “Want something to drink?”

Susan thought for a moment, “Yogurt, please.”

“Sure.” Ryan opened the fridge, took out yogurt, and poured it into a transparent glass.

Carrying the cup, he walked to the sofa and handed it to Susan.

Susan’s hands were sweaty and slippery as she reached for the cup.

The cup slipped from her hand, and the yogurt spilled on her pants.

Ryan quickly grabbed some tissues to help her wipe it off.

Susan also took some tissues to wipe, repeatedly saying, “I can do it myself, I can handle it.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“It’s okay, just a small effort on my part.”

At that moment, the door made a “beep” sound.

It was the sound of the key card opening the door.

Typically, suites have two key cards-one with Ryan and the other with his assistant for convenience.

Thinking it was the assistant entering, Ryan didn’t even look up.

After wiping the yogurt off Susan’s pants, he turned around.

Only to see Jenny standing behind him with a cold expression, her eyes staring at him like ice.

Her expression was complex.

There was anger, disgust, disdain, and contempt.

Even though Ryan hadn’t done anything inappropriate, being stared at like this made him inexplicably guilty.

He coughed, raised his hand to loosen his tie, concealing his true emotions.

He rolled up his sleeves unconsciously and put on a guilty smile.

After carefully observing her expression, he asked, “Why are you here? Why didn’t you call in advance so I could send someone to pick you up?”

His tone carried a hint of caution.

Jenny sneered, pulling one side of her lips up coldly, “I came at an inconvenient time, disrupting your good time.”

A hint of confusion flashed in Ryan’s eyes. Sternly, he said, “You’re talking nonsense! Susan is the same age as Nancy!”

Jenny sneered again, “You old men, driven by lust, don’t care about age. No wonder you protect that Varley family girl so much. No wonder, no wonder.”

She said it meaningfully.

Casting a disgusted glance at Susan, she turned and walked away.

Ryan hurriedly caught up, grabbing her wrist, “Jenny, don’t speak so harshly!”

Jenny shook off his hand coldly, saying, “Ryan, let’s get a divorce!”