Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 375

1 suddenly stood up on my tiptoes, and threw myself into his embrace. My arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

"Such enthusiasm? He seemed pleased, rubbing the back of my head." Have you thought about what you needed to think about?"

"I have." As I spoke, my gaze swept over to Ryan, who was standing at the door with a stern expression.

Before I could say anything, Ryan's well-defined fingers tapped lightly on the door. "Honey, it's time to go home."

"I'll handle it." Frank patted my head, gently releasing me and turning to leave.

"Frank!" I called out to him. He seemed to sense something, his lean body stiffening slightly, but he still responded, "Yeah? What's up?"

I dared not look into his eyes. Summoning all my strength, I said as casually as possible, "He's here to pick me up."

He pursed his lips, but he wasn't smiling. His tone bewildered. "What did you say?"

"I've had enough fun. I need to go back to being Mrs. Frost." I shrugged nonchalantly. "Frank, let's go our separate ways."

I cruelly left him behind, just as Ryan had left me in the basement that night.

Ryan wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we left.

We looked like a loving couple.

The moment the elevator doors closed, I pulled away from him and took a step back. "Ryan, this month doesn't include sleeping together, right?" The words were so unsavory.

Yet I remained calm, as if discussing business with a client.

He pulled out a disinfecting

it doesn't

moving into

brows showed a hint of mockery. "Then what obligations do

at home for the

and he pulled me by the wrist, striding out and quickly shoving me into the car. "Charlotte, does being Mrs. Frost

from him. "It

expression softened slightly. Just as he was about to

dream I once longed

I wanted to hold on

that

felt

bound me so tightly that

After a moment, he calmed

not going to

"You don't

you threatening me with

put it that

"Fine then."

at him and emphasizing each word as I said, "As long as you

want!

he sneered. "Are you willing

If

He reached out to touch my head, but his hand

my gaze to the