Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 234

"He is Jessica's ex-husband." Ryan understood what I meant and explained softly, "This time, it's time for her to learn her lesson."

At his words, I understood.

Previously, due to my grandpa's dislike, Jessica had relied on

brazenness to attend family banquets at the Frost family's old mansion, so I had never met Jessica's ex-husband.

Now, treating her the way she treated others, even if it caused a scene, others would only think they were having a lover's spat.

I believed in the principle of not offending others unless provoked, but if she wished me dead, I wouldn't show mercy either. Seeing me lost in thought, Ryan rubbed my head gently. "Are you hurt?"

I shook my head. "No."

Thinking back to the scene in the room, I still felt a lingering fear, and my hands were trembling slightly.

Ryan's eyes darkened, and unexpectedly, I sensed a tinge of concern from him.

He patiently held me, gently rubbing my back, softly reassuring, "It's okay now. You're safe, I'm here."

After a while, I finally calmed down, feeling some strength returning to my body, and moved to a nearby seat.

Somewhat surprised, I spoke up, "You actually believed me."

I didn't expected that.

threw out

again, just like he did

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brow, Ryan asked, "When have I not believed

*Jack"

"He's different "

that, and he instructed the driver to start the

me off at Jelaston Summit, surprisingly, he had no intention of leaving. Instead, he accompanied me upstairs

"Ryan, this is

look pale." Ryan sighed helplessly. "I'll leave

didn't refuse further, heading straight to the bathroom

I shook my head vigorously to clear my

I was home.

No outsiders were here.

while, a worried voice came from outside

Charlotte?"

sniffed and opened the bathroom door.

voice was gentle. "I was

"I'm fine."

picked up the hairdryer and started

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combined with just having showered, even holding the hairdryer

suddenly fell on top of my head, took the hairdryer from my hand, and awkwardly began to dry my hair for

the mirror, the gentleness of the man behind me reached my eyes. His voice was slightly raised over the noise of the dryer, "Is