Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 234

Chapter 234 

“He is Jessica’s ex–husband.” Ryan understood what I meant and explained softly, “This time, it’s time for her to learn her lesson.” 

At his words, I understood. 

Previously, due to my grandpa’s dislike, Jessica had relied on 

brazenness to attend family banquets at the Frost family’s old mansion, so I had never met Jessica’s ex–husband. 

Now, treating her the way she treated others, even if it caused a scene, others would only think they were having a lover’s spat. 

I believed in the principle of not offending others unless provoked, but if she wished me dead, I wouldn’t show mercy either. 

Seeing me lost in thought, Ryan rubbed my head gently. “Are you hurt?” 

I shook my head. “No.” 

Thinking back to the scene in the room, I still felt a lingering fear, and my hands were trembling slightly. 

Ryan’s eyes darkened, and unexpectedly, I sensed a tinge of concern from him. 

He patiently held me, gently rubbing my back, softly reassuring, “It’s okay now. You’re safe, I’m here.” 

After a while, I finally calmed down, feeling some strength returning to my body, and moved to a nearby seat. 

Somewhat surprised, I spoke up, “You actually believed me.” 

I didn’t expected that. 

1 thought when that man threw out that misleading accusation, Ryan 

would doubt me again, just like he did before with Jack. 

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Furrowing his brow, Ryan asked, “When have I not believed you?” 

*Jack” 

“He’s different ” 

His voice turned cold after saying that, and he instructed the driver to start the car. 

After dropping me off at Jelaston Summit, surprisingly, he had no intention of leaving. Instead, he accompanied me upstairs and into the house. 

I frowned. “Ryan, this is my home.” 

“You look pale.” Ryan sighed helplessly. “I’ll leave once you’re feeling better, okay?” 

I lowered my eyes and didn’t refuse further, heading straight to the bathroom to take a shower. 

Standing under the shower, images from the hotel kept replaying in my mind. Eventually, I shook my head vigorously to clear my thoughts and focused on the present scene. 

I was home. 

No outsiders were here. 

After a long while, a worried voice came from outside the door.” 

Charlotte?” 

I sniffed and opened the bathroom door. “What’s wrong?” 

Ryan’s voice was gentle. “I was worried about you.” 

“I’m fine.” 

I picked up the hairdryer and started drying my hair. 

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+79 BOR 

But maybe due to the lingering effects of the drugs, combined with just having showered, even holding the hairdryer felt a bit challenging. 

Unexpectedly, a large hand suddenly fell on top of my head, took the hairdryer from my hand, and awkwardly began to dry my hair for me. 

Through the mirror, the gentleness of the man behind me reached my eyes. His voice was slightly raised over the noise of the dryer, “Is this temperature okay? Is it too hot?” 

“Mm… It’s fine.”