บททั้งหมดของ Ex-husband’s Regret: บทที่ 371 - บทที่ 380

He was very swift indeed.In less than half an hour, the vegetables were washed and chopped. However, despite my request for roast potatoes, it seemed like he intended to make chips.I didn’t have a problem with that chips were tasty too.I was idly scrolling through my phone on the sofa when he came out wearing an apron, looking quite out of his usual high and mighty self. He scratched his head and said, "Well, do you want to take a shower first?"I was puzzled. "I'd like to eat first and then shower.""Go ahead and shower. You'll feel refreshed and enjoy your meal more," he sincerely advised.I didn't know what his angle was.However, it wasn't a matter of principle. Since I was at his place, I decided to compromise. I went to the bedroom, closed the door, grabbed some clothes, and headed to the bathroom. By the time I finished my shower and came out, the meal was ready. Frank, who seemed to have been busy with something in the kitchen, looked a bit flustered when he

He was already certain, and with the conversation having reached this point, I had no other choice. But I wanted to be selfish just this once.I got up. "Mr. Smith, if you can't do it, then I don't think I can either."I didn't want to make decisions for Frank under the guise of doing what was best for him. But no matter what he chose, I would respect it.Mr. Smith's gaze became sharp. "Right now he's infatuated and impulsive, willing to give up everything for you. What about later? After the initial excitement wears off and he falls from his high perch, have you thought about three years, five years, or ten years from now?"I suddenly found it difficult to breathe.Mr. Smith sneered. "When he sees his mother and sister suffering because of his love, will he regret it and blame you as the stumbling block?"I had to admit, experience had its merits. Every word struck right at the heart of the matter."Whether you are Mrs. Frost, Ms. Wilson, or Ms. Shaw, I just hope you can see th

I suddenly stood up on my tiptoes, and threw myself into his embrace. My arms wrapped tightly around his waist."Such enthusiasm?" He seemed pleased, rubbing the back of my head. "Have you thought about what you needed to think about?""I have." As I spoke, my gaze swept over to Ryan, who was standing at the door with a stern expression.Before I could say anything, Ryan's well-defined fingers tapped lightly on the door. "Honey, it's time to go home.""I'll handle it." Frank patted my head, gently releasing me and turning to leave."Frank!" I called out to him. He seemed to sense something, his lean body stiffening slightly, but he still responded, "Yeah? What's up?"I dared not look into his eyes. Summoning all my strength, I said as casually as possible, "He's here to pick me up."He pursed his lips, but he wasn’t smiling. His tone bewildered. "What did you say?""I've had enough fun. I need to go back to being Mrs. Frost." I shrugged nonchalantly. "Frank, let's go our separa

My head buzzed for a moment and my mind went blank.Although Frank seemed disorganized, he was actually very measured and strategic in everything he did. The fact that Megan was in a panic meant that it was likely a major issue.I quickly turned around and looked at Jane, who had followed me out and looked anxious. "Jane, what happened? You know, don't you?"Her behavior had been off when she entered my office earlier. Now it seemed clear she was hiding the news about Frank."Charlotte..."Jane licked her lips, looking uncertain about whether she should speak.The more hesitant she was, the more scared I became.I grabbed her arm. "Tell me, Jane, I'm begging you, please tell me..."She was still hesitating.I knew she was afraid I wouldn't be able to handle it."If you don't tell me, I'll ask someone else." I picked up my phone and started dialing as I headed outside. "If no one tells me, I'll go to Jeswood myself to find out."Megan didn't answer the phone.I tried calling

Something wasn’t right. I wasn’t going to believe in such coincidences.I grabbed the car keys and was about to leave when Ryan grabbed my wrist. "Where are you going? I'll take you.""To somewhere with a signal."Before I went out, I looked at him. "What's going on with that live broadcast from earlier in the afternoon? Why can't I find any records online?"Ryan's eyes flashed for a moment. "Many live broadcasts won’t be replayed.""Impossible."Previously, when Frank attended a public event, his video was edited and shared by many girls. For this live broadcast, not even a single clip could be found online.It was as if it had never been broadcasted.I suddenly realized something, and my fingertips began trembling. "Ryan, that live broadcast was fake, right? Something really happened to Frank, didn't it?""Charlotte...""Don't call me that. Just answer me!" I backed away, unable to control my voice as I demanded, "Why are you lying to me? Why didn't you tell me if something