Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 89

Although we didn't usually live here, the housekeeping staff kept everything immaculate, with not a speck of dust in sight. Even the bedsheets and covers were changed every three days. There was a vintage- style wedding photo hanging on the bedside, touched up by a top-notch editor without a trace of Photoshop.

When Ryan sat on the bed, I attempted to withdraw my wrist again, but he held on tight, furrowing his brow. "You won't even help me apply medicine before the divorce is finalized?"

"I'll get the first aid kit. What else would I use to wipe it for you?"

Helpless, I had to compromise. Only then did he let go, relaxing his grip. "Go ahead."

I found the first aid kit in the drawer, took out the lodine and ointment, and walked over to him, standing

in front of him. The wound on his forehead was shocking, and I gently lowered my head, one hand supporting the back of his head, the other wiping away the blood stains.

Grandpa had really laid into him; as soon as I wiped away the blood, new blood seeped out. It looked painful. "Does it hurt?"

"Yes, it hurts a lot."

He looked up at me, his eyes as clear and penetrating as obsidian. My heart softened, and as I disinfected the wound by blowing on it, he sighed with satisfaction, "It doesn't hurt anymore. Thank you, wife.” "We're getting a divorce..."

"I'm just used to calling you that."

long and covered his eyes, giving him an innocent look. My heart ached a bit too.

Just like how I had gotten used to rolling over in bed every night to hold onto his waist, to curl up in his

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