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,

and collided with

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next moment, I

spoken earlier turned

back, choked back tears,

her mouth in apparent

arm.

just got divorced and

alerted

deceived, and slandered me. "So you just got divorced?

when Ryan's voice turned icy cold

a way to make

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

personal matters first." Ben nodded understandingly, but when his

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

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."

weigh your options carefully. Without the Shaw

Mrs. Shaw. I will

as he carried me away, leaving with

me down even after getting

glared at my slightly disheveled clothes, suppressing