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, rang

head and collided with Ryan's deep black

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moment, I saw Bethany and

earlier

tears, and leaned against the

her mouth in apparent shock, grabbing her

arm.

god, you just got divorced and you're

instantly alerted

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

was about to retort when Ryan's voice turned

away and find a way

wrapped it around me, then lifted me in his

personal matters first." Ben nodded understandingly, but when

clothes, her eyes red but

have you thought this through? This dinner today is crucial for the cooperation between the Frost

weigh your options carefully. Without the Shaw

to worry, Mrs.

expression was cold as he carried me away, leaving with long

putting me down even after getting into the

glared at my slightly disheveled clothes, suppressing his anger, "Did he