Ex-husband’s Regret

Frank finished his meeting and unlocked his phone, only to find a message from Zachary.

However, another message caught his attention.

Naturally, there was a priority, so he quickly exited the chat with Zachary and jumped into the other conversation.

Mrs. Smith. "Frank, Jane helped us find a wedding venue!"

He actually had his own plans for the wedding venue.

But since Jane was so dedicated, his wife would surely appreciate it, so he decided to let them handle it.

He replied to his wife. "In that case, when would it be convenient for Ms. Charlotte and me to visit the

civil affairs bureau?"

While waiting for a response, he casually acknowledged Zachary. "I'm getting married now. What about you? Are you going to show up while hanging on an IV?" Zachary replied instantly. "If you have the guts to get married now, I'll crawl over."

'Is he crazy?'

Frank ignored that message and opened the pinned chat with his wife.

Mrs. Smith. "I'm available anytime, it just depends on whether Mr. Smith, the busy man, has time."

Frank felt a surge of excitement, almost dropping his phone.

Alan entered to report on matters and saw Frank rushing past him with determined strides.

He didn't even give Alan a chance to speak before disappearing from sight.

What was the urgency about?

Alan, feeling uneasy, hurried after him.

To his surprise, he found Frank's car in the underground car park.

There was still a meeting to attend!

He called Frank, but Frank didn't answer, he just sent a message instead.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

"Cancel everything for today."

Alan was taken aback.

At Region Gardens, I sent the message to Frank and then went to play with the kids.

I hadn't expected that Frank would abandon a pile of work to rush back.

To be honest, marriage was already an understood matter between us.

Whether it was wedding first or getting the license first didn't make much difference.

But I didn't expect him to be this impatient.

On the way to the civil affairs bureau, I hadn't even gotten my head around things. "Aren't we picking a date?"

I held the documents in my hands, feeling both excited and nervous at same time.

"It seems there aren't any festivals coming up, but we should check the calendar just in case it's not a good day to get the license."

I wasn't superstitious, but since getting a marriage license was important, I wondered if we should choose an auspicious date.

Hearing this, Frank glanced at me at a red light but didn't speak.

After the light turned green, he focused on driving again.

Noticing he wasn't going to respond, I pulled out my phone to check the calendar.

Before I could get far, a large hand with defined knuckles snatched the phone away. "What are you doing?"

"The more you check, the more nervous I get.'

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I couldn't help but chuckle and tease him, "So our proud Mr. Smith can get nervous too?"

Frank dropped my phone and took my hand instead.

I felt his usually dry hand was slightly damp now.

I squeezed his hand back, offering silent reassurance.

We didn't speak the whole way.

It wasn't until we arrived at the civil affairs bureau that Frank turned to me.

His brown eyes were deep and filled with warmth, making it easy to drown in their depths.

"Charlotte, I don't want to wait any longer, not even a second. As long as you're willing, today is a good day to get the certificate."

That made sense.

If that were the case, no matter what day it was, whether it was suitable or not, as long as we were willing and in love, all difficulties would be easily overcome.