Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 68

I couldn't help but laugh.

Ryan was going to take responsibility for her.

What did she want from me?

She should be going to Ryan.

Jessica touched her belly. "You need to finalize your divorce quickly, or it'll delay getting my child registered."

"Then you should go tell Ryan to hurry up."

The company's headquarters had constant temperature-controlled air conditioning throughout the year. I took off my coat, hung it up, and picked up a spray bottle to water the row of plants in front of the French windows.

Since Ryan refused to draw clear boundaries, I wasn't in a hurry either.

I could just let Jessica make a fuss.

Jessica sneered coldly. "Don't play this game of pretending to be indifferent while clinging to Ryan. I can actually understand you. Being an orphan, with no parents, grabbing onto the Frost family tree that ensures your comfort, you don't want to let go. It's human nature. But Charlotte, as a woman, you know when to feel shameful."

her arms whilst laughing. "Don't cling so desperately to a man

"We've met more than once, why are you

She snorted and got up

man favors you. You're just waiting until after his

"What?"

you're done

the door of the

her teeth. "Don't rush me. Don't you want to participate in the MS joint design competition?" "There are only two slots. Are

She lifted her chin as if bestowing a favor One for me, one for you. How

thought she was deliberately teasing me, then

brought

it to me. "Here are the requirements for the MS joint design competition. Take a look. The deadline is next Friday. Send your design to my

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it-and flipped through it. "It says here that I should send my design to the

my design for the competition. Perhaps because we were already standing

"Do you think! want to plagiarize your design? That's ridiculous. Have you ever heard of someone picking on someone less skilled than themselves to copy? A director copying a vice

it directly to MS, go ahead, it's up to you,"

I won't be seeing

lips,

staring at me intently. "Aren't you curious