Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 75

It was the same old tricks.

He would kiss me whenever he couldn't win in an argument.

The man cupped my jaw and kissed me hard and fast, and his hands fell on my waist, rubbing me and making me shudder.

I knew that if I let him continue like this, I would become too embarrassed to walk out of that door.

But it wasn't up to me.

He was overbearing and strong when it came to this. The power gap between a woman and a man was miles apart.

I couldn't resist so I could only beg Ryan for mercy. I knew begging him always worked. "Ryan, you don't do this. What will others think of me..."

"Who? Jack?" he asked while kissing. The voice that was coming through his teeth was deep and sexy.

I obviously wouldn't go against him at such times. I could only be forced to accept his kisses while explaining in a seamless manner, "I, I really don't have anything with him... It's just because of MS's design competition, it's only... well..."

"You're just using him?"

His thoughts were extraordinary, but I could hear that he was no longer so hostile..

All I could do now was to try to get out of there as soon as possible. "You can think of it that way if you want..."

The man loosened his grip slightly and gave me some breathing space. His eyes were dangerous and ambiguous, his thumb rubbing on my lips and then falling on the chest, waist, and between the legs. He then asked in a deep voice, "When have you lost your feelings for him?"

knew I

hadn't seen each other for

frowned. "There's nothing between

the bar, this time I had to explain clearly

be dragging Jack into

lowered his eyes. "Is that

Do you think everyone is like you and Jessica, so ambiguous?" I couldn't

looked at me with a serious face. "I don't have

"Ryan! Ryan!"

voice that both he and I were all too familiar with resounded from outside the

O+IS SONUS

far and near, accompanied by the sound of

was looking for Ryan room

was like catching an

knows your whereabouts all the time and you tell

that on the second day of the third wedding anniversary, Jessica was clearly

still able to look at me and say, with an indifferent face, that he only gave that necklace as a sign of comfort because Jessica had

the exact same look on

no credibility at

"Ryan! Come out here!"

and Ryan furrowed his brows in annoyance, his

"I didn't tell her."

now and tell