Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 276

Chapter 276 

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Most people knock on doors with a pattern of either two short knocks and one long or two long and one short. 

But this person outside was different. Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock knock, knock 

Knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock- 

Knock, knock–knock! Knock, knock–knock! 

The knocking rhythm even reminded me of a familiar childhood tune. 

But that didn’t help with my morning grumpiness. 

I shuffled out of the bedroom in my slippers, grumpily opened the door, and saw Frank standing there in a loose hoodie, his hair somewhat disheveled. 

Seeing me still in my pajamas, he smirked. “Charlotte, do you remember that you need to go today?” 

to Jeswood 

“Of course I remember. I sent you a WhatsApp message last night asking about the departure time, but you didn’t reply.” 

Since I still needed his help with the Jeswood market, my morning grumpiness showed, though it was somewhat considerate. 

“I was just trying to let you sleep in a bit longer, but why are you up so early today?” He leaned lazily against my door frame, his eyelids heavy. 

“I haven’t slept yet.” 

“Well, you should go home and get some rest…” 

I needed to catch up on sleep too. I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in days due to work. 

Frank looked at me. “Are you telling me to sleep, or do you need to sleep yourself?” 

He glanced at his watch and said nonchalantly, “In 20 minutes, if you’re not standing in front of me with your suitcase, I’ll take it as you’re rejecting this business deal.” 

Bang! 

I snapped awake, slammed the door shut, and rushed back to the bedroom to pack my suitcase as quickly as possible. 

I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and grabbed two pieces of bread and some yogurt from the fridge for breakfast on the go. 

When I opened the door again, Frank was already gone, I checked my phone and saw a message he’d sent ten minutes earlier. 

“Downstairs” 

In his style, no unnecessary words or punctuation. 

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Chapter 276 

I went downstairs and found that he wasn’t driving his usual sports car but a Maybach. 

The driver, waiting by the car, politely asked, “Are you Ms. Wilson?” 

“Yes, I am.” 

“Mr. Smith is already in the car.” 

He took my suitcase and opened the rear door for me. 

Once inside, Frank was already on the other side, wearing an eye mask and sleeping soundly. 

Jelaston and Jeswood are close enough that the drive on the motorway takes less than two hours. 

Seeing him sleep so peacefully, I finished my breakfast, couldn’t stay awake, and adjusted to a comfortable position, leaning against the headrest to sleep as well. 

“Lily…” 

I wasn’t sleeping deeply, but I faintly heard a low mumble beside me.