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."

Call me

were only the two of us

touched his forehead. It was

38 or 39

gripped it, murmuring softly, Honey, Charlotte... Why do you want a divorce? Please don't get

word of his entered

down, and patted his

and pulled me into his

managed to avoid his wound, but I could still feel

would never have such

bed, feeling both angry and helpless. Then let's just get divorced quickly and not delay me

"I don't want to."

+15 BONUS

me around the waist, but his eyes closed lightly,

fever, he seemed as

and broke free from his embrace. Just as I was about to pull my hand away, my gaze

inside of his wrist... there were several

not all caused at