Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 148 "Gary?"

Ryan's voice turned terrifyingly cold. "What are you standing there for? Take her to the hospital!"

Jessica was having a mental breakdown. Before she could say anything, Gary carried her straight into the elevator! He made sure all the way, not to let any blood drip on the ground.

I watched them leave, feeling like I could burn a hole through their backs. My chest continued to heave violently.

"Charlotte, let's wash our hands first, okay?"

Ryan seemed afraid to provoke me further, his tone gentle as if coaxing a child.

I looked at him and asked hesitantly, "Aren't you angry at me for hitting her?"

This wasn't Ryan's usual style.

He should have defended Jessica unequivocally, standing opposed to me. That would have been right.

He sighed, took my hand, led me to the restroom, turned on the faucet, checked the water temperature, then positioned me under the faucet, applied hand soap, and carefully washed my hands. "Doesn't your hand hurt after hitting her like that?"

I was slightly stunned, almost unable to believe he would say such a thing.

I watched his long and attractive fingers intertwining with mine and let out a small

long as he gave me a little

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several times, ensuring there was no possibility of blood contamination. Then he frowned at the redness and swelling

to pinellise my hul gant

my truth: Jum now was as full of hated

Indkard at me with extreme sendemees geured a cup of warm water.

"Thank you"

me to the sofis in the living room, took out antiinflammatory

I felt a bit confused. It seemed like we had

been that gentle and

have to

be my ex-husband, and asked calmly, "How do you intend

you want to

want to her?"

he could really be

live, everything else is up to you. I was planning to send her to

indifferent? Sending her abroad, how much money do you plan to