Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 176

I had to admit, power was really something.

With just a few words from him, I suddenly knew clearly that I couldn't escape. As long as he gave the order, bodyguards would form a human wall in front of me, making it impossible for me to move.

I pursed my lips and decided to turn around, walking past him with a cold face and heading straight back to the room. I locked the door behind me without hesitation.

Fine, he could just keep me locked up here. I had nothing to do anyway. The Frost family's residence had no shortage of food or drink, and there were people to serve me. At most, I would wait out the cooling- off period for the divorce, and then I would be free.

Our room still maintained its original state. The servants knew that Ryan didn't like anyone touching his things, so when they cleaned, they only did basic dusting and floor mopping without moving anything. My slippers, skincare products, bedside reading materials, hair ties, and various personal items were all still in their original places.

But on the bed, there were traces of someone sleeping there. It was Ryan.

I was somewhat surprised that he still lived in this room and hadn't erased the traces of my life here.

Knock! Knock!

I had just come out after showering when someone knocked on the door. I didn't move and decided to ignore it.

Shortly after, I heard Albert's voice outside the door. "Mrs. Frost."

up to open the door. "What is

because Albert's sudden betrayal had caught me off guard, I wasn't very

covered in blood. I just went to see, and found that his wound is still bleeding. He refused to call

myself to sound tougher. "Or let Lauren do it. He

her."

for you. Mr. William and I have long noticed it." Albert earnestly advised, "But you two are both blinded by your

left a sour taste in my heart. Did

something out

left, I finally softened a little. "Alright, I'll go persuade him. Don't

life by Grandpa's side, without wife or children, only for the sake of the

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knocked on the door and heard a faint, steady voice say, "Come

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few steps inside before spotting him at the desk, working on business matters. His hair was still

the desk with the robe taut against his back, already soaked in blood. Flipping through documents, he

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look up, obsidian-like eyes locking onto me, his emotions unreadable. "No need. Despicable people don't need a