Ex-husband’s Regret

That kiss...

It could not even be called a kiss, it was more like a bite.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Jane's lips stung, and her mouth was filled with a faint sweet and fishy taste.

'This bastard!'

He had bitten her hard enough to break the skin!

She was not someone who would just take it, and she immediately thought of biting back.

However, he anticipated her move, pinching her cheeks and forcing her mouth open.

As her breath grew shallow, the door behind her was knocked on.

"Jane!"

It was Michael's voice.

Jane wanted to respond, but there was no space to move.

Zachary only allowed her a brief moment to breathe.

She could only let out a whimper.

Michael could not hear Jane's response and knocked frantically on the door.

The staff members who accompanied him came to check the situation, and Michael urged them to open the bathroom door.

The staff had to seek permission, after all, they could not offend anyone on the plane.

"Sir, please calm down. For everyone's safety, do not engage in any dangerous behavior."

Michael's eyes turned red from anxiety, but there was nothing he could do.

I had just finished feeding the child and walked over with Frank, only to see such a scene. "Charlotte..."

That kid looked rather pitiful.

I was about to speak when a shadow suddenly fell before me.

I looked up to see Frank's tall and broad figure blocking my view

I was at a loss for words.

He would become jealous very easily.

"Are you in a hurry to use the bathroom? Clearly, someone is inside, you should wait your turn patiently."

I felt helpless. Frank knew what was happening but pretended otherwise.

He was jealous over everything.

I tugged at his hand. "Stop messing around, I'm worried about Jane."

I used to think Zachary was cold and steady, that he wouldn't act impulsively in dealing with feelings.

But after hearing Jane's words a couple of days ago, my impression of Zachary was shattered.

Who would have known that under Jane's provocation, he would become so reckless?

Unintentional harm was still harm.

As long as Jane was unwilling, it was forced.

"Tell Zachary to open the door."

Frank didn't say much and knocked on the door. "Zachary,"

Hearing Frank's voice, Zachary calmed down a little.

Taking advantage of his distraction, Jane pulled out one hand and slapped him across the face.

Her nails grazed his skin, leaving a few bloody marks.

Zachary's skin was pale, making the marks stark and clear.

Jane wiped her mouth fiercely, even though it hurt, she did not let up.

Zachary felt the pain from her resistance in her eyes and apologized, "I just..."

Jane interrupted him. "What else can you do besides forcing me?"

Zachary pressed his lips together.

He had never been an impulsive person.

He dealt with whatever issues arose, effortlessly and calmly.

But for some reason, ever since Jane started distancing herself from him, he became increasingly impulsive.

Just a moment ago, he could have had a decent conversation, but he could not stand to hear her say she wanted to marry Michael.

In that moment, he could only think of silencing her.

"Sorry, I..."

Jane did not both

to listen, turning to open the door.

Michael hurriedly came up to her, "Jane, I'm sorry, it was my fault."

Jane raised her hand and gently rubbed his head as if petting a big dog, "It's okay."

"Let's go back and sit down."

Michael obediently followed Jane back to their seats and even patiently peeled an orange for her. Jane took the orange directly from his hand and smiled at him.

Zachary watched coldly different attitude towards him and Michael.

Frank gestured for me to sit down.

I glanced at Zachary and then went to Jane's side.

Seeing the wound on her lip, I asked, "Doesn't it hurt?"

She was still eating an orange, that was really reckless

Jane shook her head. "I'm not that fragile. It's just the right kind of stimulation, it can help kill bacteria."