Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte)
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Chapter 424

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Chapter 424

He sounded like he had caught me cheating on him.

Here is the English translation of the passage:

Although it wasn't the case, I still felt somewhat uneasy. I looked at Ryan and said, "Mr. Frost, he's here to pick me up, so... I won't trouble you any longer. Thank you!"

With that, I leaned against the car and walked towards the Mulsanne.

"You..."

Ryan looked at me with concern, his dark eyes swirling with emotion. He took a step closer but didn't say anything, simply helping me into Frank's car.

He then tumed to Frank and said coldly, "There's no need for misunderstandings. She's been drugged. I'm entrusting her to you because I believe you won't take advantage of her situation." Frank sneered. "Mr. Frost, that's quite amusing. Whether I take advantage of her or not is none business. If I remember correctly, you no longer have any relationship with Charlotte."

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Ryan's back stiffened slightly, and he seemed somewhat dazed before he spoke, "Such matters are best handled when both parties are clear-headed and willing."

He looked at me, forced himself to remain calm, and said, "Take good care of her!"

With that, he closed the car door and walked away, as if fearing he might regret it. Yet, every step he took seemed filled with reluctance.

After Frank signaled the driver to start, he took Ryan's coat from behind me and lifted me onto his lap with a stern expression. "You didn't call me when something happened?" "Aren't you still angry?" I smiled at him and pointed to the injury on my mouth. "The wound hasn't healed yet."

Frank snorted. "You remember but don't learn."

I hooked my arm around his neck and asked with a smile, "So, are you still going to hit me?"

Perhaps due to the drug. I had no control over myself. I said and did whatever came to my mind. Normally, I wouldn't be this proactive.

Frank cocked his brows slightly, somewhat surprised.'ll still do it if you ask for it."

"Bad Frank!"

A phrase I often used to scold him as a child slipped out now, and both of us looked at each other in surprise.

He was extremely perceptive. "Have you regained your memory?"

"Yes."

I felt increasingly hot and struggled to return to my original seat.

Chapter 424

Frank held my hand. "Why are you running away?"

"I'm hot..."

As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt so embarrassed that I wanted to cry. The heat inside me was almost overwhelming.

"Be good, don't move around." He held me still and gently coaxed, "Hang in there, we'll be home soon."

With that, he glanced at the driver and instructed, "Drive faster."

The car sped back to the apartment.

However, he took me to the fifth floor-his home.

As soon as he placed me on the sofa, his phone rang, and a chattering voice came through.

"Uncle! Did you pick Aunt up? Jane and I are still out and about."

"I did."

Frank sat on the sofa, turned on his loudspeaker, and placed it aside. He leaned down, cradled the back of my head, and gently kissed the corner of my lips. "Then you mustn't bully Aunt!"

Frank cocked his brows, a hint of mischief in his expression. "What do you mean by bully her?"

The air conditioning made the air cool, but his breath was warm, making my skin tingle.

After a short pause, the child said, "If you make Aunt's lips bleed, that counts as bullying!"

Even under the influence of the drug. I felt deeply embarrassed.

The next moment, Frank bit me lightly again, his eyes sparkling, and he replied dismissively, "Got it, little brat."

Then, he ended the call.

His lips once again touched the corner of mine, and he softly asked, "May I kiss you?"

This man was deliberately teasing me.

He didn't ask before biting me.

My heart raced like thunder. I closed my eyes, wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled him closer, and took the initiative to kiss him.

My ears were burning with embarrassment.

"It's okay. I'm under the influence of the drug. I can attribute all my actions tonight to the drug.' I tried to convince myself inwardly.

Frank seemed to enjoy my initiative. He kissed me gently and lovingly, again and again, his voice low and his laughter pleasant. "Just friends?"

It seemed that what goes around did come

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Chapter 424

He had always held a grudge.

I was becoming increasingly dazed. "Yes..."

'Still a yes?"

He bit me lightly, snapping me back to my senses a little. "How many friends do you have like me?" "None..." I kept my eyes closed, lost in his kiss, and murmured, "Only you, Frank, only you." "When something happens, you don't call me. Now that you've regained your memory, you don't tell me either." Frank kissed me gently, his lips resting on my ear. "You really do treat me as just a friend, even more distant than with your ex-husband."

I ran my fingers through his soft hair, using my remaining awareness to explain. "No, it's just that Ryan happened to be at the banquet too. I don't know who drugged me and couldn't trust anyone else."

"I see..." He smiled and slowly moved his hand down, rubbing the soft flesh at my waist. "At least you're finally talking and explaining. I thought you were going to be a mute again."

I knew he was referring to the past two years.

I chose to remain the "mute" he referred to, not saying a word.

His warm lips left my cheek, and for a long time, he didn't move, as if the air itself had frozen. Eventually, a very soft, almost resigned sound came through, as if in compromise.

The man finally moved, his distinct fingers holding my ankle as he removed my high heels.

He paused for a moment, as if checking to see if my toes and heels were bruised from the heels.

In the moment my blurry consciousness focused, I met his lustful eyes and read four words and a punctuation mark from them.

"Do you want it?"

This was Frank's style.

He seemed flamboyant and reckless, like a wandering playboy.

Yet, he had pursued me for over 20 years.

But his true nature with me was love, not possession.

Even now, though it was clearly a very good opportunity.

He still, at the moment I was about to speak, kissed me deeply and then carried me toward the bathroom.

"Your legs..."

Under the drug's effect, it was hard for me to say a complete sentence, and my voice was soft and delicate.

It was clear how much hatred the person who drugged me must have harbored.

"Carrying you is no problem," said Frank.