Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte)
Chapter 437

However, two years ago, I had never seen him smoke. Nor had I ever smelled smoke on him.

It must have been be... really unbearable.

The man's kiss was gentle yet passionate. It felt like he was giving me everything he had.

I seemed to have lost all my strength. I could only stand because of the his arm that was wrapped around my waist.

Frank seemed to have sensed something. He slowly backed up as he kissed me. He parted my legs after sitting down on the sofa and told me to sit on him. His voice was hoarse, "Your period really knows how to pick its timing."

My cheeks grew even hotter. "It comes at this time every month. It can't be helped."

"It's okay." His gaze was deep, and his voice very low. "I'll wait. Charlotte, in these 20 years, the thing I'm best at is waiting."

I threaded my fingers through his hair and gently kissed his brow, using the term of address I had always avoided in childhood. "Franky, thank you."

He was taken aback, his eyes reflecting surprise and pleasure. "What did you call me?"

"Called you Frank. Didn't you hear?"

"No." He pinched the soft flesh at my waist. "Say that word again."

"You don't like being called that by others, do you?" I asked, deliberately holding back a laugh as he pinched me, feeling quite ticklish.

I remembered how Bethany used to call him that, and he always reacted with aversion.

Frank, with his good memory, naturally knew what I was referring to, and chuckled. "You said it yourself, I don't like being called that by others. Are you 'others'? Charlotte, from the moment you were born, you were destined to be mine." "That seems to make some sense?"

The marriage agreement between the Smith and Shaw families was made when I was born a girl.

Frank cocked his brows. "So, quick, say it again."

"I don't want to... ah... it's so ticklish!"

He flipped me over and pressed me onto the sofa, pinning my hands with one hand while tickling me with the other, "Are you going to say it again or not?"

"No..." I laughed until tears came out, "Okay, okay... I'll say it! I'll say it, alright?"

He paused slightly, waiting leisurely for me to say it, when suddenly his phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID, answered the call, and before he could speak, a loud, unruly young male voice came through.

"Frank, where are you? We've been here for ages. The birthday boy has disappeared? Went to replace his girlfriend?"

"You're clever this time." Frank got up with me in his arms and replied, "We'll be there soon. You guys go ahead and enjoy yourselves. Don't wait for us." After hanging up, Charlie looked dumbfounded.

But then, he looked at Jane and grinned. "Are you sure it was Frank who sent you and this little one here first?"

Jane was annoyed. "My friend sent me."

As soon as she entered the private room, she clashed with Charlie, who was being an idiot.

Charlie thought she was using every means possible to secure the store and had chased them here. No matter how she explained, he didn't believe it.

Thinking of Frank's twenty-plus years of effort and being abandoned, Charlie was furious. "Your friend? Is it that Charlotte? You'd better go back and tell her not to think Frank is some big fool, waiting here for her." "While you're still young, hurry up and replace someone else! Frank already has a girlfriend."