Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 233

I had just turned the doorknob when he grabbed the collar of my

clothes from behind, his voice dark and malicious. "You little bitch! You dare deceive me, huh? Damn it, I'll show you!"

"No, please..."

But no matter how I struggled, that one moment had drained all my strength, and I could only let him drag me towards the bed.

"Listen, is someone arguing in there?"

Suddenly, a refined middle-aged man's voice came from the corridor outside.

"Oh... Dad, they've booked a room at the hotel, it's normal for young couples to argue. Let's go quickly, I just informed the restaurant to prepare our meal..."

The man holding onto me instantly turned menacing, realizing I had unlocked the door.

He threw me to the ground and reached to close the door, but someone pushed it open from outside!

A pair of gleaming gentleman's shoes appeared in front of my eyes, then the gaze moved slightly upward to a pair of long legs clad in trousers.

Thinking it was the middle-aged man who had spoken just now, I rushed over without hesitation, pleading, "Please, save me... I didn't come here to book a room with anyone. I don't know this person!"

"Charlotte?"

and pleasant,

and collided with

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next moment, I saw

spoken earlier

tears, and leaned against

in apparent shock, grabbing

arm.

just got divorced and you're already

alerted the crew-cut

at me angrily, looking deceived, and slandered me. "So you just got divorced? I take

I was about to retort when Ryan's voice turned icy cold

find a way

me in his arms. He looked at

Ben nodded understandingly, but when his gaze fell on me, there was

at her mother's clothes, her eyes red but no tears.

her daughter, glanced faintly at Ryan." Mr. Frost, have you thought this through? This dinner today is crucial for the cooperation between the Frost and Shaw families." Ryan looked coldly at Simone,."I'm sorry. But my wife is more

carefully. Without the Shaw

worry, Mrs. Shaw.

was cold as he carried me away, leaving with long strides. The gaze behind me

putting me down even after getting

slightly disheveled clothes, suppressing his anger,