Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 401

Upon hearing this, Ryan seemed somewhat stunned and disheartened.

After a moment, he looked at me in surprise. "You're no even going to lie?"

"You rarely lied in the past as well," I smiled and answered calmly. I had heard too much before. He had never been one to deign to deceive.

"She ran away from home. I need to go find her."

"She's divorced. I'm afraid she might do something rash."

"She got into a car accident. I can't be at ease if I don't check on her."

Later on, he didn't even need to give a reason-he would just say, "I need to see her."

It was always, his sister. He couldn't ignore her.

It seemed that as long as there was that one layer of relationship, any little bit of my complaints would be seen as petty, and obstructing him would be almost like committing a crime.

It was quite ironic. It seemed to match the saying of "What goes around comes around."

Ryan probably never imagined that such a day would come.

He loosened his grip on his cutlery, which clattered onto the plate with a crisp sound, starkly noticeable in the otherwise serenely musical.

restaurant.

He rarely lost his composure, his voice rough as he asked, "Do you really have to go?"

1 picked up my bag, stood up, and said, "This is you being unreasonable. I never stopped you when you wanted to leave before.

Besides, I'm single now."

brought this upon himself, I wasn't going

his expression and left the restaurant with

was a mess. If I went back to get the car and then went to

for an Uber. The crowd was thick, with many young couples along the roadside, suddenly kissing as they walked and then gazing at each other with silly smiles. Youth was so wonderful. The affection was so openly and honestly

realized that the neighborhood was the same

out of the car and sent

the

instantly, "Building 6, Unit 1,

Same building, same unit.

If it weren't for the one-unit-per-floor arrangement,

phone and easily found the door,

waited several minutes before the door was pulled. open from the inside,

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the voice was lounging in a wheelchair, his sharp and stern face looking seemingly lazy and casual, but with a hint of

our

leg was hurting and asked me

at me with cocked brows." don't need your

okay." I nodded and smiled. "Then

I turned to

wrist firmly, using a bit of force to pull me

the foyer, I steadied myself. "Didn't you

hurting again, and now your help is

to a pair of house slippers on the floor.

"They're Alana's."

his wheelchair and opened the shoe cabinet, retrieving a new pair of slippers from the

shoes when Frank said with a smile.