Ex-husband’s Regret

I was a little taken aback by his words.

Jack was even more attentive than I had thought.

At the barbecue restaurant, the smell of some of the meat made me feel nauseous, but I managed to force myself not to throw up.

I hadn't expected him to notice.

I smiled faintly. "A little. But it's no big deal."

"That's good, health comes first." Jack then said meaningfully, "Always remember to take care of yourself no matter what."

"Okay." His words made me feel warm.

But later I realized what his words meant.

The car slowly entered the underground garage of the Lake Garden. Jack. helped me out of the car, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. I looked around but couldn't find anything out of the ordinary.

As we were walking, a Maybach zoomed past. The driver seemed to be full of rage.

I was startled by the sudden situation. I then subconsciously covered my belly as I took a step back. If it weren't for Jack holding me steady, I would have fallen.

After making sure I was alright, Jack looked at the departing car with a hint of coldness in his eyes. "He's out of his mind."

"Maybe he's in a rush to get somewhere."

I patted my chest and felt relieved that I didn't fall.

Ever since I became pregnant, I would always worry about the baby first whenever something happened.

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As long as thus child was fine, nothing alaw mattered to me.

After Jack escorted me upstairs, he went back down for the

supermarket and came back with some Ice. He then told me to put Some fee on my ankle and not to walk around too much before leaving reluctantly.

I leaned on the furniture and slowly moved to the sofa on the balcony. I then curled my legs up and saw that my sprained ankle was swollen, so I quickly began putting ice on the sprained ankle. It didn't seem to be my day that day.

I had injuries from head to toe.

I looked at the river in the distance and a helpless smile appeared on my face.

I wondered if I could still go to work tom

w like this. I continued to put ice on my sprained ankle with one hand and checked my social media with the other.

Before long, I was so sleepy that I could barely keep my eyes open. I grabbed a blanket and fell asleep on the sofa.

Just when I was falling asleep, I thought I heard someone knocking on the door.

It wasn't very loud and not very frequent.

I woke up a little and wanted to see who was at the door, but the knocking stopped.

Such a situation in the middle of the night sent chills down my back.

I rubbed my palms together, forced myself to get up, and peeked

through the peephole to see who it was, and that was when a charming. yet slightly dazed voice sounded.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

"Charlotte, Charlotte."

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It was Ryan's volée.

I felt reliever but also annoyed and helpless. The good thing was that after applying ice and medication, the pain had eased. I could just about stand up.

The person outside the door, however, had very little patience.

Limping, I moved to the door and heard the keypad repeatedly giving out error notifications.

"Incorrect passcode."

"Incorrect passcode."

"Incorrect passcode."

The person at the door was getting more frustrated.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw him leaning lazily against the door. His slender fingers were still trying to enter passcodes on the keypad.

Seeing the door open, he became slightly sober. I could see the room's light being reflected by his dark eyes as he stared at me.

He didn't speak and just looked at me. It was as if he was trying to see through me.

The smell of alcohol in the air caused me to back away a little. "What are you doing here?"

According to the cliché plot, he should have sent Jessica home in a luxurious car, and the two should have had a candlelight dinner. Everything should have been romantic and full of love. Why did he come to me after getting drunk?

He looked into the house and asked in a cold voice, "Where is he?"