Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130 

“I’m not as dramatic as you.” 

I left these words behind, unwilling to entangle with her any longer, and turned to leave. 

“Don’t go! You must give me an explanation today!” 

However, she suddenly rushed over, stumbling deliberately straight towards me. 

And beside me was a large fountain! 

She crashed into me directly, sending us both tumbling towards the fountain. I grabbed her arm fiercely, pulling her in with me! 

Didn’t she want to die together? 

Then let’s do it together. 

The bone–chilling water completely soaked us in an instant, unexpectedly filling my mouth and nose! 

Fortunately, the water wasn’t deep. I groped around with my hands, trying to find a point of support, when a large hand suddenly gripped mine tightly. 

“Charlotte!” 

In the next instant, someone pulled me out, wrapping me in a coat and holding me in a warm embrace! I coughed repeatedly from being choked by water, still recovering. Jack then shouted as he looked at Jessica, who was still struggling. “Don’t rescue her! Let her climb out herself!” 

His voice was harsh and fierce, as if the King of Hell had emerged from the underworld. 

The security guards hesitated and did not dare to step forward. 

Against the light, I couldn’t clearly see Jack’s expression. The cold wind made me shiver, and the person holding me almost started running! 

The elevator went straight to the CEO’s office. He kicked open the office door with me in his arms, instructing his secretary as he walked in, “Go buy a set of clothes from inside out, quickly!” 

“Yes, Mr. Renolds.” 

The secretary glanced at me and hurriedly stood up. 

Jack walked straight into the lounge in the office, gently placing me on the toilet, swiftly turning on the shower and handing me a disposable towel. 

At that moment, he seemed completely different from downstairs, his voice gentle, “Are you alright? Do you want to take a hot bath first?” 

“Okay.” 

Į was shivering so much that my teeth were chattering As soon as he left, I immediately stepped into the 

shower, letting the hot water pour over me. 

Only then did I feel alive again. 

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Chapter 130 

Compared to Ryan, I felt that Jessica had a mental illness, almost paranoid. 

Copying me, then turning around and questioning me. 

+25 BONUS 

After washing, I hesitated about what to do next when there was a knock on the bathroom door, “Ms. Charlotte, Mr. Renolds asked me to bring you some clothes.” 

“Thank you.” 

I opened the door a crack and reached out to take the clothes. 

Everything from inside out was there. 

After blow–drying my hair, as I was about to go out, the door suddenly pushed open, and a tall and straight. man’s figure approached step by step, his face dark and his eyes cold as a blade! 

Like an overwhelming anger, his imposing aura hit me, 

Before I could react, Ryan scanned the room, aggressively gripping my chin and squeezing, his voice squeezed out between his teeth, “You two aren’t together?” 

He pinched me painfully. “Who?” 

He sneered. “Your lover!” 

“Ryan, you bastard!” 

I was stunned for a moment, instantly furious, and pushed him away forcefully! 

He softened his cold expression for a moment, then suddenly grabbed my neck, pressing me hard against the wall, his tone cold and severe, “I’m a bastard? Charlotte, you dragged her down. Jack didn’t let anyone save her. What were you planning?” 

My back slammed against the wall, my shoulder blades painfully throbbing! 

But somewhere in my body seemed to hurt even more. 

I looked up in astonishment, staring at the man I had loved deeply for eight years. He was questioning me harshly because of the woman he cherished, as if an icy dagger had been ruthlessly staboed into my heart, nearly suffocating me with pain. 

SO 

I forced a bitter smile, a dry and hoarse phrase squeezed out of my throat, “I didn’t have good intentions. I just wanted to give tit for tat. So what?” 

“Charlotte! She didn’t mean it today!” 

His eyes 

flashed with a bloodthirsty light, tightening his grip as if he wanted to strangle me, “With such cold water! You knew she had just miscarried two days ago. Did you want her to die?!” 

In an instant, even breathing became difficult. I tried to pry open his hand, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree. 

Despite this, I refused to give up. Each word was laboriously spoken, “Did she die? Even if she did die, I would immediately set off firecrackers to celebrate…” 

Even if she died! 

Chapter 130 

I wouldn’t regret it!