Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 218

Chapter 218 

Not only the smell of smoke but there also a hint of alcohol. 

“You’ve been drinking?” 

“Yeah.” 

He lowered his eyelids. “Had a few extra with Tom.” 

“Oh.” I nodded gently. “Then you… should go back and get some rest!” 

As for him and me, it was better not to have any further contact. 

“I just want to be with you.” 

He was stubborn like a child demanding a toy and was about to enter the house. 

Instinctively, I blocked him and stepped back. He suddenly staggered backwards, and I was startled. I hurried forward to steady him. 

‘You call this a few extra drinks?‘ 

With his tolerance, a few drinks shouldn’t affect him like this. 

Moreover, if he had time to drink with Tom, it probably meant things with the Frost family were almost settled. Perhaps the marriage alliance with the Shaw family was really happening. 

Everything was going so smoothly, so what could possibly make him drink so much? 

But before I could dwell on it, he leaned on me, burying his head in the crook of my neck, and murmured, “Honey, I feel terrible, I really do.” 

I tightened my grip, trying to push him away but afraid of pushing him over. I felt a headache coming on. “I… I’ll call Gary to come pick you up.” 

“I don’t want to go.” 

Suddenly, his hands wrapped around my waist, causing my entire body to tense up instantly. 

It was a posture most common during the passionate moments of sex, but now it only brought me trouble. 

All my rational thoughts screamed at me that this was not appropriate. 

I took a deep breath. “Ryan, let go!” 

“Mmm…” 

It seemed like he fell asleep on me, and his weight seemed to increase significantly.. 

Luckily, he didn’t pass out. When I tried to move him towards the house, he still managed to exert some strength. 

After dumping him on the sofa, I breathed a long sigh of relief. 

+15 BONUS 

I tapped his face. “Ryan?” 

There was no response. 

He was sleeping peacefully. 

I picked up my phone and went to the balcony, intending to call Gary to come and take this big guy 

away. 

I dialed called several times. 

Surprisingly, no one answered. 

It was late at night, and it was likely that Albert was asleep as well. 

I turned back and looked at the man in a suit, who, despite falling asleep, still exuded an aura of cold elegance. His presence gave me a headach. 

“Happy birthday, Charlotte! Wish you all the best!” 

“Happy birthday, Charlotte! I love you. I will always love you!” 

As I felt troubled, I received two WhatsApp messages that I had been receiving every year at this hour, like clockwork. 

I suddenly realized today was my birthday. 

Just as I was about to reply, Jane called. “So, am I the first one?” 

“You’re always second.” 

My mood improved slightly. 

Jane pretended to be unhappy. “Is Jack the first again?”