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?"

voice, incredibly familiar and pleasant, rang

collided with Ryan's deep black eyes.

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next moment, I saw Bethany and her family appearing

who had spoken earlier turned

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

covered her mouth in apparent shock, grabbing

arm.

got divorced and you're already booking a

words instantly alerted

just got

when Ryan's voice

a

then lifted me in his arms. He looked at Ben.

but when his gaze fell on me, there was

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

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 more

Without the Shaw family, the

need to worry, Mrs. Shaw. I will

away, leaving with long

me down

glared at my slightly disheveled clothes, suppressing his anger,