Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 288

Chapter 288 

Naturally, I knew it wasn’t me, but I was used to responding. 

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He squinted dangerously, revealing a hint of recklessness. “Those who’ve bullied price.” 

you. 

should 

pay some 

I laughed lightly. “And then?” 

“There’s nothing more.” Frank shrugged, leaning back against the headrest with his eyelashes lowered, concealing all emotions. “You’ve always been on the Wilson family’s household register. Before Lily disappeared, you were already Charlotte of the Wilson family.” 

“But for some reason, just like Grandma, I occasionally find myself genuinely attracted to you.” 

I immediately tensed up, watching him warily. 

He was instantly amused, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smirk. “What’s with that expression? Do you think I’m desperate?” 

“Well, you never know.” I smiled and tightened my coat, trying to dispel the heavy atmosphere in the car. 

He yawned, dismissing it with a single phrase. “So childish.” 

Then, he pulled out an eye mask from somewhere and fell asleep quietly. 

The next day was the grand opening of the Charlotte Jewelry. 

Several new employees arrived early, brimming with enthusiasm, and the company’s atmosphere changed immediately. 

Megan stood at the door of my office, knocked, and leaned in halfway. “Char… Ms. Wilson! The friend who went with you to the concert has come to deliver a grand opening flower basket.” 

I found her a little cute, so I said as I stood up. “You can still call me Charlotte in private.” 

Her eyes crinkled in a smile as she nodded vigorously. “Okay!” 

Just then, I walked out and saw Jack approaching with a warm smile. He said half–jokingly, “Ms. Wilson, congratulations on the grand opening. May you never forget me once you’ve made your fortune.” 

“Jack, please don’t tease me.” 

He had slowly taken over the Renolds family’s business. No matter how hard I worked, I could never reach his level. 

The phrase “may you never forget” might be more appropriate for me to say to him. 

Jack smiled. “Why didn’t you let me know about such a big event? I only heard about it from Jane.” 

“It’s Monday, so everyone’s busy. I didn’t want to bother you.” 

As soon as I finished speaking, the newly hired receptionist ran over excitedly. “Ms. Wilson, a friend sent a lot of flower baskets. The florist is waiting for you to sign for them.” 

“Who sent them?”