Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

He hoarsely said, "Let's head home."

The driver obediently headed towards Ryan's house.

Then came the three words from behind, "Go to Moon Lake Bay."

The driver hesitated for a moment.

He glanced at Ryan's expression in the rearview mirror, then turned the car around at the intersection.

The rain continued to fall, pounding on the car body, but Ryan felt as if it was still pelting down on him.

Bit by bit, it extinguished the inherent pride and nobility that was deeply ingrained in him.

The car stopped in the courtyard of the Moon Lake Bay villa. Before the driver could open an umbrella, Ryan had already ignored the rain and stepped out of the car. Entering this villa again, entering the home he shared with Charlotte.

He felt a disorienting sense of being lost in time.

As if, just yesterday, after coming back from drinking at a social event, Charlotte would still be there, welcoming him the moment she heard the noise, helping him to the sofa. Carefully making him a hangover soup.

"Young Master, are you not going back to the old residence tonight?"

Brenda heard the commotion and came out of the bedroom. With a snap, the lights were on.

Ryan squinted against the brightness. "Hmm."

"Oh my goodness, you're drenched! Go upstairs and take a hot shower. It's the hardest to recover from a summer cold!"

old servant in the Frost family. In front of Ryan, she was both a servant and a half-hearted elder who cared for him, urging him to go upstairs and change. Ryan didn't say much. After a slight nod, he went upstairs alone, sitting

Nothing had changed.

he was gone, only

traces left by three years of

could no

didn't dare to face it anymore. After a long time, someone knocked on

event tonight, right? This is a recipe I learned from I the Ms Wilson. She adjusted the proportions several times, and this is the best one for you. Remember to drink it before

almost unable to make a sound,

dejected appearance, Brenda couldn't help but ask,

Mr. William was gone.

I was gone.

longer had anyone that

smiled faintly. "Brenda, was I... very bad to

could that be?

public, he

scenes, he provided material

sympathized with them, "It's just that... something

his eyes.

"Love."

seen their

you gave Charlotte maybe with another

relationship,

you, your feelings. So, it was

stiffly on the sofa, as