Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237 

Immediately, the house fell into a silence so profound you could hear a pin drop. 

Ryan’s obsidian–like eyes stared at me unblinkingly, churning with 

unresolved emotions. 

The indifferent demeanor he once had towards everything seemed 

unsustainable now. 

The atmosphere became tense and oppressive. 

After what seemed like an eternity, he slowly got up, meticulously folding the blanket, grabbing the coat on the single sofa, draping it over his elbow, his voice low. “Sorry for disturbing you last night, I’ll leave now.” 

Unconsciously, I picked at my fingers and asked again, “The divorce 

certificate…” 

“Let’s talk about it later.” 

Avoiding my gaze, Ryan’s long lashes partially concealed his emotions. Gary just called, you heard it too. I need to rush back to the company for a meeting.” 

With those words, almost without giving me a chance to respond, he strode away with his long legs. 

As if afraid I would refuse him. 

I looked down at the floor, faintly hearing the sound of the elevator arriving outside, bitterly tugging at the corners of my mouth. 

Suddenly, my phone rang, snapping me out of my thoughts. 

Jane sounded upbeat. “Charlotte, do you remember the office we were very satisfied with the other day? They contacted me just now, saying 

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the owner has arrived in Jelaston, and we can meet face–to–face today.” 

“Yeah, I remember.” As I tossed clothes into the washing machine, I replied, “Have you scheduled a time? I’m free anytime.” 

“It’s all set. I’ll pick you up on my way 

“Okay.” 

After hanging up, I changed clothes and applied light makeup. Just as I was about to go downstairs, Jane’s Audi pulled into the garage. 

When we arrived at the prime office building, the agent was waiting in the lobby. “Ms. Wilson, Miss Greenwood, the owner will be here soon. Shall we wait for her before going up together?” 

Neither Jane nor I had any objections. 

The owner arrived promptly, but when I saw her, I paused for a moment upon recognizing her as Bethany’s mother. 

I wasn’t sure if it was a coincidence or something else. 

But it felt uneasy. 

Mrs. Shaw was dressed elegantly, carrying a rare Hermès bag, and upon seeing me, she showed no surprise, her attitude distant and cold. ” You’re the one interested in renting the 16th floor?” 

“Yes,” I responded calmly. 

As the group entered the office, the agent was enthusiastically introducing the place when Mrs. Shaw interjected indifferently. “No need for introductions. I know who she is better than you do.” 

With just a simple sentence, she didn’t use any harsh words, yet it felt like a slap across my face. 

An indescribable discomfort. 

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