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

head and collided with Ryan's deep

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

spoken earlier turned out to be

felt incredibly embarrassed, stepped back, choked back tears,

mouth in apparent shock,

arm.

god, you just got divorced and you're already booking a

alerted

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

when Ryan's

him away and find a way to make him

that, he took off his coat and wrapped it around me, then lifted me in his arms.

but when his gaze

at her mother's clothes, her eyes red

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

Without the Shaw family,

need to worry, Mrs. Shaw.

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

briskly, not putting me down even

slightly disheveled clothes, suppressing his anger, "Did