Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228 

‘Hmm… I hope to successfully run the Charlotte Jewelry. I hope for health and safety for myself and those around me.‘ 

I opened my eyes and blew out the candles. 

Jane checked the time and smiled. “That was close! Luckily we made our wishes before dawn.” 

“Childish, aren’t we?” I smiled, feeling warm inside. Only those who care about you would bother about such a difference of one or two minutes. 

I looked at the food on the table and took a bit. “Did you make this yourself?” 

“Not tasty?” 

“It’s beyond not tasty, it’s on another level of bad.” 

‘Horrible. Way too horrible‘ 

“Darn, what kind of pig feed did I make… no, even pigs would jump off a building after eating this.” 

She leaned over, took a bite, and promptly spat it out. She was then about to throw it away. 

I stopped her and took another bite. “Wasting food is shameful, especially when it’s something you made yourself. Did you burn yourself?” 

She was about to shake her head when my phone rang. The caller ID could be seen on the screen. It was Ryan. 

I picked up and stayed silent. 

His deep voice came through, “Charlotte, happy birthday.” 

I pulled a wry smile. “It’s already over.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me at the hotel? I only remembered when Gary just reminded me.” 

“Don’t want to disturb your birthday celebration with Bethany.” I lowered my eyes. “Besides, it’s not important.” 

It was just a birthday. He never cared about it during the past three years. 

“Why wouldn’t it be important? Even if we’re divorced, as ordinary friends, I still have the right to wish you a happy birthday, right?” 

I suddenly chuckled bitterly. “Have you ever seen an ordinary friend ask for birthday wishes from someone else?” 

Whether it was a birthday or an anniversary in the past, I would remind Ryan days in advance, demanding gifts, maintaining that ridiculous sense of ritual. 

But reality proved that forcibly getting something sweet doesn’t make it taste any better. 

Those who care didn’t need to be told, and those who didn’t care wouldn’t learn. 

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Ryan fell silent for a moment, his slightly hoarse voice trembling softly, “I’m sorry.” 

‘Sorry?‘ 

I had lost count of how many times I heard him say that. 

I blinked and finally managed to speak lightly. “It’s okay.” 

It had always… been okay. 

He was just an ex–husband. 

Life gradually returned to normal. Jane and I kept looking at office buildings non–stop. 

After discussing it, we decided to start with a model of private customization and online sales first, and then expand to offline after gaining popularity and reputation. 

So, finding an office in a good location that satisfied all aspects became a top priority.