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?"

incredibly familiar and pleasant, rang out from

and collided with Ryan's deep

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But the next moment, I

man who had spoken earlier turned out to

choked back tears, and leaned against

mouth in apparent

arm.

my god, you just got divorced and you're

words instantly alerted

you just got divorced? I take it that you feel lonely and need

about to retort when Ryan's voice turned icy cold as he turned

him away and find a way to make him

off his coat and wrapped it around me, then lifted me in his arms. He looked at Ben. "Mr.

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

immediately pulled at her mother's clothes, her eyes red but

naturally felt sorry for her daughter, glanced faintly at Ryan." Mr. Frost, have you thought this through? This dinner today is crucial for the

to weigh your options carefully. Without the Shaw

to worry, Mrs. Shaw. I

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

down even

disheveled clothes, suppressing his anger,