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 if you need anything,"

only the two

approached and touched his forehead. It was

least 38 or 39

my hand away, he subconsciously gripped it, murmuring softly, Honey, Charlotte... Why do you want a divorce? Please don't

every word of his entered

time, bent down, and patted his cheek.

seeming a bit incredulous when he saw me. Suddenly, he exerted force and pulled me into his arms, whispering hoarsely, "I'm sorry for hurting

wound, but I could still feel the heat radiating from him.

would never have such insight when he

bed, feeling both angry and helpless. Then let's

"I don't want to."

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the waist, but his eyes closed lightly, and his voice

man had a fever, he seemed as drunk

his hand off my waist and broke free from his embrace. Just as

the inside of his wrist... there were several burns, a mix

not all caused