Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 202

'Beg him? Have I lost my mind?' I wondered.

I let go of his hand, not caring if Ryan and Jack saw us or not, feeling reckless, I turned and started walking out.

Suddenly, everything went black. A man's long coat was thrown over my head, deftly guiding me back, pressing me against the railing, avoiding the gaze of those two. Lingering at the tip of my nose was a clear minty scent.

The scent suited Frank perfectly.

Ryan's footsteps seemed to pause. I heard Frank's unconventional voice, "Mr. Frost is interested in the private affairs of young couples?"

Ryan seemed to scrutinize, his voice was deep. "Your girlfriend's shoes, my wife seem to have a pair just like them."

My heart skipped a beat._

This is a limited edition of a certain brand, and there are only a few pairs in Jelaston, easily countable on one hand.

Clearly, I didn't overhear any secrets. I could have just left openly, but now with Frank stirring things up like that, I somehow felt guilty.

I didn't dare move.

no affection for your current wife. You're even uncertain about her personal belongings. Why not just divorce her soon and

with a hint of resentment. "You're so concerned about Bethany, why don't you

immediately refused. He then said teasingly, "I'm content with just my

then tapped my head under the coat. "Right,

taking advantage

my leg and stomped

your relationship isn't that great

of a temper. At least we're not getting married

going easy on Ryan at

well have just said

with anger. He just said coldly, "Mr. Smith, if

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on a leash, I

without waiting for Frank to say

after pausing for a few more

faded, I tore the coat off my head. Only then did I realize how intimate

was against the railing, his hand resting in a secretive place behind me, giving the impression he was hugging me, while his other hand was on the other side of me, enclosing me. Meeting my gaze, Frank remained calm and even commented, "Ryan isn't suitable for a girl

in this calm demeanor, I began to suspect

coat back at him feeling irritated. "You've only seen me a few times. How do you know what kind