Ex-husband’s Regret

"Hmm?"

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I tried to cover his mouth but didn't have time.

"Honey, are you hinting at something?"

I shot him a glare, hurriedly chatting with Jane for a moment before pulling Frank into the elevator.

Back home, Frank cocked his brows, a hint of mischief in his expression. "In a hurry?"

At first, I didn't get what he was talking about.

Then I reached out and poked his face hard. "What's wrong with you?"

Frank looked confused. "What do you mean?"

I withdrew my hand. "About Jane and Zachary. She's Sparrow's godmother. You handle it."

Frank pulled me into his arms and leaned down to kiss me. "I won't do anything, just watching the show."

I was about to speak when he picked me up effortlessly.

"Besides, I have my own important matters to attend to."

I could truly feel Frank's urgency.

He was so anxious that he even took a shower with me.

But just as we got into the bathroom and stripped down, the bedroom door was knocked on.

"Madam..."

Julie's voice was cautious. "Um... Sparrow is awake, it's time for her to be fed."

Julie didn't want to disturb us either, and she had taken the baby to her own room to soothe her to sleep.

Who would have thought that she would wake up at that moment?

I quickly grabbed a bathrobe, loosely tied the belt, and hurried to the guest room.

Julie looked a bit embarrassed. "Actually, the baby has pretty fixed feeding times..."

Sparrow was indeed very well-behaved, not causing any fuss.

She waited for me to come and feed her, happily playing by herself without crying.

Who could have guessed it would be so perfectly timed?

As I was feeding her, Frank walked in wearing a dark blue loungewear outfit, pinching Sparrow's cheek. Eating so happily."

I could hear the clear hint of grievance in his voice, so smacked his hand. "Are you really sulking over your own daughter?"

"I won't dare." Frank played with Sparrow. "She's the one bullying me."

I couldn't help but laugh.

In the underground car park.

Jane didn't even glance at Zachary, heading straight for her car.

Alan saw Zachary approaching Jane and turned to leave.

They weren't tired, but he had only recently managed to get eight hours of sleep.

He didn't have time to waste with them there.

Just as Jane was about to unlock her car, she caught a glimpse of Frank's car speeding away and halted her movements.

Zachary had already reached the passenger seat but didn't open the door.

"Not leaving?" he asked.

Jane hadn't been able to understand Zachary lately.

He had spoken so harshly before, clearly not wanting to develop anything further with her.

Now that the first love had returned, he definitely wouldn't take any further steps with her. She had retreated to the status of a regular friend, but he was still inching closer. During the busy times, she had often handled various matters with him, running around. In the midst of all that, he would check in on her.

At that time, she hadn't really thought about it, and later felt it wasn't necessary to mention it either. Slowly, things had cooled down, and given Zachary's personality, he wouldn't be the one to push things further.

It was always others pursuing him.

"Mr. Collins, I'm not really comfortable letting a drunk adult male in my car."

Zachary, feeling the effects of the alcohol and the frustration building inside him, was dizzy.

He felt that those words shouldn't have come from her and in a moment of thoughtlessness, he said, " Didn't you say before that if I got drunk, you'd come pick me up and..."

"Mr. Collins." Jane coldly interrupted.