Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 217

Chapter 217 

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I pondered deeply, trying to simplify the complicated mess of relationships and explain it to Jane in the simplest way possible. 

In the end, it was a failure. 

I gave up thinking and just started tidying up while explaining everything to Jane clearly and 

straightforwardly. 

Finally, she understood. 

She summarized with a question, “So he’s Ryan’s future brother–in–law?” 

I was stunned, unable to decide whether to laugh or cry. “Who else can keep up with your quick thinking?” 

Aunt Laura must have come early to clean up the house, leaving it spotless. 

After organizing our belongings, we collapsed on the sofa. 

Jane glanced at me. “Didn’t you say you had something important to discuss with me? What is it?” 

I handed her the documents that Jack had given me. “I want to start my own business. Are you interested in joining?” 

“Of course!” Her eyes lit up with excitement. 

I chuckled. “So, when you told me about quitting at the hospital last time and said you had plans, were you lying to me?” 

“Isn’t your plan more to my liking?” Jane said with a smile, looking through the documents. After hearing about the Charlotte Jewelry’s background from me, she became more serious. “So when are you planning to start?” 

I smirked. “Right now.” 

Some things, once you decide to do them, couldn’t be postponed even for a day. 

Jane’s personality is even more energetic than mine. As soon as she heard, she clapped her hands in agreement. 

After lunch, we started discussing various matters. 

She was in charge of choosing the office and deciding on the company’s location, while I took care of preliminary preparations. 

After a rough estimate, selling the apartment at the Lake Garden would provide more than enough initial capital. 

The next day, I contacted the real estate agency to list the the Lake Garden apartment. 

Late at night, Ryan called with an unpleasant tone. “Are you selling the house?” 

“Yes.” 

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“You’re not allowed to do that.” 

His voice was authoritative. 

I lifted my head from work and stretched my neck. “Why not? If I remember correctly, the apartment is 

in my name, and the divorce agreement clearly states it belongs to me.” 

He sneered and questioned, “Where did you move to?” 

I fell silent for a moment and replied calmly, “That’s none of your concern.” 

“Is Jack’s house more comfortable for you than the one I gave you?” 

His voice was indifferent but unsettling. 

Furrowing my brows, I said firmly, “Are you still having someone follow me?” 

Once knowing my whereabouts could be coincidence. 

Twice would be unacceptable. 

On the other end of the line, he seemed to sigh lightly and softened his tone as if trying to coax me. Come out and open the door for me.” 

This was what I had once eagerly awaited. He would coax me as if we were just an ordinary couple and be nice to me. 

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