Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 393

Her words caused the previously light-hearted atmosphere in the private room to fall silent for a moment.

I followed her gaze and saw Frank at a glance.

The man held a wine glass with his slender fingers, his dark shirt sleeves casually rolled up, revealing his lean forearms. The watch on his wrist reflected a cold, dim light.

At the sound, he cocked his brows slightly and glanced over. That was when we locked gazes.

He was indeed alive.

I felt both surprised and delighted, and a smile involuntarily spread across my lips, "Frank..."

As I was about to say something, I suddenly realized that his gaze towards me was devoid of warmth, as if he were naturally an emotionless and indifferent person. It was no different from looking at a stranger.

The man looked at me with a casual demeanor, seemingly waiting for me to speak first, yet also somewhat puzzled.

It sent chills down my spine, cutting off all my words.

The others in the room also looked at me with some confusion

irty two years ago.

Among them were two people I had seen at Bethany's birthday party two

Frank's childhood friends.

asked, "Is there something you need to talk to him

my lips and forced a smile. "No... no, it's nothing. I just didn't expect to run

he was alive, that

into the private room, and Jane approached m/. "What happened? Did you run

"No."

my head and changed the subject.

up Yasmin again during the

earlier interruption, I was somewhat

didn't expect things

over, Jack went to the

walked out, the door to another

the wheelchair, stopping Frank, who was trying to remove the thin blanket from his legs. She was very affectionate yet assertive. "Did you forget what

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it on."

ignored everyone's advice, didn't argue this time. He merely tugged at his lip

at him with

shook my

were about to pass by, the woman called out to

he's changed his contact information. Do you want to add him on WhatsApp, for

sidelong glance. It was hard to tell what he was

suppressed the impulse to ask, and said, partly as a response,

it had been more

out of touch. During many lonely, sleepless nights in Frankes,