Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109 

Just like my marriage with Ryan, after three full years of living together day and night, being close companions, we could sever ties with just a few suitcases. 

“Ms. Wilson.” 

At noon, Nancy knocked and entered, holding her brightly lit phone with a complex expression, hesitating as she spoke, “So… you know my idol?” 

I knew she meant Jack and smiled. “Yes, didn’t I tell you before? He and I were classmates in university.” 

“When did he return to the country?” 

“Just recently.” 

As I packed things up, I replied, “I was thinking after things have settled, I’ll introduce you to 

him. 

Η 

“Weren’t you both going to a concert together? Why didn’t you invite me?” 

“What are you talking about?” 

I instinctively explained, “I was stood up that day and happened to run into him at the entrance, so we watched the concert together.” 

“Really?” 

Seeing her unusual expression, I couldn’t help but ask, “Really. What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing, just saw something on the forum, thought maybe you and him we close.” 

She immediately smiled and asked, “So when are you free to introduce us?” 

“In a while. He just started at the MS Group not long ago. He’s probably busy.” I was mentally and physically exhausted too. 

“Okay.” 

She responded somewhat dejectedly, noticing my actions as I packed. “Are you…” 

“I’m resigning.” 

I paused in my actions, Jooking at her. “But Jessica probably won’t come to the company during this time. Even if she does, it’ll be to the CEO’s office. No one will trouble you, so don’t 

worry.” 

“Aren’t you taking me with you?” 

“I want to take a break for a while.” 

+IS BONUS 

Suppressing a dull pain in my abdomen, I spoke softly, “Once I find a new job…” “Okay, Ms. Wilson, I understand.” 

She abruptly interrupted me, her tone stiff, and turned and walked out. 

What’s gotten into her today? 

Before I could ponder further, the phone on the table suddenly 

Bob Lynch. 

I looked at the caller ID, somewhat surprised. “Hello, Uncle Bob.” 

For the years that I lived at Aunt Laura’s house, and Uncle Bob and Aunt Laura quarreled a lot. After going to university, I never lived there again. 

To avoid his displeasure, I either sent gifts during festivals when he wasn’t home or ordered online. 

I never expected him to call me. 

“Your Aunt Laura has fallen ill.” 

Bob dropped this bombshell, then added, “We’re at the St. Heart Hospital. Come over as soon as you can.”