Ex-husband’s Regret

'Moving house?' I repeated inwardly.

My heart skipped a beat.

At that moment, I found it a little hard to calm myself down.

I took a deep breath. "Move here? I didn't agree to that."

"Grandpa said you promised him that you'll postpone the divorce."

He played the bummer and handed me his phone. "Do you want to talk to Grandpa?"

"You have no shame." I couldn't help but glare at him. "Agreeing to postpone the divorce doesn't I agree to you moving in with me."

I couldn't believe that the CEO of the Frost Group would be so shameless.

No one would believe in such a sight?

"It's normal for husband and wife to live together," he said matter-of-factly.

"Excuses, excuses," I said as I opened the door and walked into the house.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

He followed me in as if it was his house as well.

I thought of what Grandpa told me that night and felt sorry for Ryan, so I decided not to drive him away.

I reached out and pointed to a room opposite the master bedroom. "You can stay in that

room."

"Okay." He just nodded and took his suitcase into the room.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it. As I put the glass down and turned around, I collided with a broad and warm chest.

It was a familiar scent that I used to love.

But I quickly stepped back, feeling somewhat awkward. "What else do you want?"

+ felt we were more like strangers rather than a married couple.

But only this way could I keep myself from falling in love with him again.

I kept reminding myself that Ryan didn't love me.

Disappointment flashed in his eyes as he pursed his lips. "I just wanted to ask if your face has gotten better?"

"I don't know," I replied.

I hadn't bothered to look in the mirror all night.

If he hadn't asked, I would have almost forgotten about it.

He raised his hand. "Let me see."

"No need."

I instinctively avoided his gesture. "I can take care of it myself."

"Charlotte, do we have to be so distant now?" He frowned.

"It's not about being distant."

I recalled how intimate he and Jessica were at the police station, and my gaze fell on his sleeve. "I just find it dirty."

It was true that I loved him.

But Move the clean and pure Ryan, like the moon in a clear sky.

Not someone who had just finished flirting with another woman and then came to me with

concern.

"Well... remember to apply some medication." His hand froze in mid-air, his slender, attractive/ fingers curling slightly.

For the first time, I saw a hint of embarrassment in him.

Back in the room, as I replayed the scene in my mind, I felt a pang of bitterness and heartache.

But when I looked up and saw the large red marks on my face after removing my makeup, I became more determined to divorce Ryan.

He didn't stand up for Jessica that night, because he was probably just afraid that I would tell Grandpa about Jessica slapping me.

Yes, he would always consider Jessica's feelings carefully.

I couldn't eat peacefully at the family banquet. After taking a shower and lying on the bed for a while, I got hungry and couldn't concentrate on reading.

Through the crack in the door, I could see that the living room lights were still on.

I didn't want to face Ryan, so I waited. As the time passed 11 o'clock and there was still no movement outside, I thought maybe he had forgotten to turn off the lights.

I ordered takeout on my phone, with a note: Hang it on the door, don't ring the doorbell.

What I didn't expect was that when I saw on the delivery app that the food had arrived and

quietly walked out of the room, I bumped right into Ryan, who was working in the open office

area.

He had showered and was wearing a set of dark blue casual wear. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses was perched on his nose bridge. His messy hair wasn't completely dry yet, making him look even more innocent and harmless.

He stopped working, took off his glasses, gently pinched his nose, and walked over. "Are you hungry?"

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