Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 418

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On the way to the hotel, the driver was at the wheel. We sat in the back seat, and Ryan was somewhat silent. Occasionally, he would glance at me but remained silent.

He didn't speak, and I didn't particularly want to talk to him either, so I remained quiet as well.

The hotel wasn't too far away. In silence, we soon arrived.

"Was that little boy who called you 'Aunt Frank's nephew?" After a long while, Ryan's deep and hoarse voice finally broke the silence in the car.

I looked up at him and met his complex black eyes. "Yes, he's the child of his cousin."

Ryan seemed a bit agitated. He subconsciously took out a cigarette from his cigarette case, put it between his lips, and looked at me before stopping and not lighting it. He irritably tossed the cigarette into the ashtray in the car, his eyes fixed on me as he hesitated, then finally asked, "Are you and Frank together?

His voice had a barely perceptible tremor.

I looked at him, feeling no sense of guilt at all. It felt as though time had passed and things had changed.

It seemed like it was only a matter of time before this day would come. Whether he was with someone else or I was with someone else was only normal.

There was nothing to hide or deceive. I smiled faintly, "Not yet."

"Not yet?"

the key point

still some unresolved misunderstandings between us." Ryan's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice rough and dry. And after the misunderstandings are resolved?" "Then we should be together." I looked at Ryan seriously and said, "Then marriage? Children? I don't know.

words settled, the

by something, and for a long time, he didn't even

the shadows of the setting sun,

he took a deep breath, seemingly

"And me? Charlotte, you've moved so far

no right to ask me to stay in the same place. Back then, I was the one who couldn't even get a look from my husband in marriage. You were the one entangled with Jessica, but the one who never

asked with a smile, "If it were you, who would you

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his side, the veins bulging. When he spoke again, his

should be fair. Don't I even

very successful, with the entire Frost family, the RF Group, or even Jelaston at your command. But, just consider this

my pale wrist was a striking scar. It had been poorly cared for and had formed a significant keloid. But it was clear how deep the wound must have been

me that

was barely visible unless closely examined. After all, the cut wasn't meant to

just