Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 183

I lay back on the bed to read, but after who knows how long, I realized the book was upside down. I started feeling restless. I wondered what was wrong with him. If it was because of that gunshot... It should have been me.

I closed the book in a fluster and headed to the balcony for some fresh air. At that moment, someone knocked on the door, accompanied by Albert's voice. "Mrs. Frost."

My feet quickened involuntarily as I opened the door. "Albert, how is Ryan?"

"He has a fever."

I breathed a slight sigh of relief, thinking it was just a cold or something similar. But then Albert continued, "It's from the infection caused by the gunshot a few days ago. He won't let anyone touch him now, nor will he take any medicine. You're divorcing, and I shouldn't have come to you. But he was calling out your name in his sleep..."

I squeezed my hands. "I'll go see him."

It was right and proper for me to do so, emotionally and logically.

Due to the fever, Ryan's cheeks were flushed unnaturally, his long lashes casting shadows. His breathing was steady and deep, but his brow was still furrowed as if he had encountered a major worry. Albert pointed to the medicine on the bedside table. The doctor just prescribed this. It can reduce fever and inflammation."

I nodded. "Okay."

leave first. Call me

Albert had left, there were only the two of us in the spacious

and touched his forehead.

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gripped it, murmuring softly, Honey, Charlotte... Why do

word of his

for a long time, bent down, and patted his cheek. "Ryan, wake

pulled me into his arms, whispering hoarsely, "I'm sorry for hurting you, disappointing you. You're right to scold me. I'm a bastard, a

I managed to avoid his wound, but I could still feel

have such insight when he was

and helpless. Then let's just get divorced

"I don't want to."

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around the waist, but his

a fever, he

my waist and broke free from his embrace. Just as I was about to pull

were several burns, a

were not all caused at the