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

with Ryan's

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vision momentarily blurred. But the next moment, I saw Bethany and her

who had spoken earlier turned out to

stepped back, choked back tears, and leaned against the wall, supporting my

her mouth in apparent shock, grabbing

arm.

just got divorced and you're already booking a

words instantly alerted

"So you just got divorced? I take it that you feel

with fear. I was about to retort when Ryan's voice turned icy cold as he turned

away and find a way to make him

me in his arms. He looked at Ben. "Mr. Shaw, I'm afraid our dinner won't

but when his gaze

pulled at her mother's clothes, her eyes

sorry for 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

Without the

worry, Mrs. Shaw. I will handle

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

down even

disheveled clothes, suppressing