Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 247

Chapter 247 

I couldn’t deny that these words were quite touching. 

Touching enough that for a moment, I almost wanted to forget all the past grievances, yet I still found it difficult to let go. 

Some things have long been etched deep in my heart, leaving a profound rift. 

It’s like how, in the past, even if he stayed out all night, I would never suspect anything, only empathize with his sacrifices for the Frost family. But now, with everything that has happened, I can’t trust anymore, nor can I love without reservations, consequences be damned. 

I would start to hold back, be guarded, suspicious, sensitive, and restless. 

Even if we reconciled, if things continued like this for long, they would eventually break apart. So, it was better to cut losses now. 

“Ryan, let’s stop talking about this. Let’s both be rational.” 

“I know you don’t believe me, but I will do it.” Ryan’s tone was as solemn as making a 

VOW. 

I lowered my gaze slightly and handed another document to him, changing the subject. “You should look at this first. I’ll go find a nurse to take your temperature again.” 

“Gary.” He raised his voice and instructed, “Get a tube of bruise ointment from the 

nurse.” 

Gary quickly left. 

“I thought you already changed the dressing?” 

Besides, the bruise ointment wasn’t something he needed for his injury. 

He reached out and touched my lower back with a slight force. “Does it hurt?” 

“Ouch!” 

I gasped and complained, “You know I’m hurt, yet you press down?” 

In no time, Gary brought the ointment in. 

I took it, and Ryan looked at me calmly. “Give it to me.” 

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“I can apply it myself.” 

“Do the back of your head have eyes?” 

Ignoring my protest, he took the ointment and lifted a corner of my clothes, gently applying it. “It’s already bruised. Why didn’t you say anything? Do you think you’re husbandless?” 

He had never been so attentive before. 

Even if it was just a minor bump, he would remain indifferent. 

The pain from applying the ointment mingled with bitter memories. I suppressed my emotions and said as if it were something I was used to, “I’ve lived like this for the past three years.” 

Ryan was never difficult to handle, and with what he had said, he cooperated more when I took care of him. 

He even insisted on being fed during meals. 

He would only complain about his hand hurting again. 

But it wasn’t until evening that I realized he had a big trick up his sleeve. 

He stared at me straight in the eyes. “I want to take a bath.” 

He had been unconscious for two nights and still hadn’t bathed. 

It was normal for a neat freak like him to find it unbearable now. 

But I remembered the doctor’s advice and shook my head. “The doctor said your wounds shouldn’t come into contact with water.” 

His two most severe injuries were on his chest and arm, with a few scrapes on his legs. 

He pursed his lips, hinting expectantly: “But I’m uncomfortable, honey.” 

I had a headache and couldn’t be bothered to correct his address anymore. I simply said, “Why not let Gary wipe you down with a towel?” 

Gary had been standing by, ready to discuss important matters for the company with Ryan the next day. 

Upon hearing this, Gary refused, laughing in a way that was more pitiful than crying.” 

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