Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 303

Chapter 303 

I couldn’t hear clearly. 

But she spoke so slowly that I could read her lips. 

Before I could look away, a figure hurriedly passed by me! 

It was Mr. Shaw. 

Soon, the sounds of objects crashing and faint arguments echoed from the living room. 

I heard my own name, as well as Ryan’s. There were also mentions of online scandals. 

Finally, a clear and angry shout came from Mr. Shaw. “She’s spoiled and headstrong, and you still have to make a fuss? Let her keep kneeling outside in this heavy snow, and if word gets out…” 

Suddenly, the snow stopped. 

I took me a while to realize that there was a shadow over my head. Looking up, I saw a large, pure black umbrella and Frank’s deep, brown eyes! 

His face was expressionless as he handed me the umbrella. “Can you hold it?” 

I rubbed my somewhat numb hands. “I can…” 

Before I could finish, he shoved the umbrella into my hand. 

In the next moment, the man in the black leather jacket half–knelt on the ground, silently lifted me into his arms, and then slowly stood up. His steps were unusually large and 

fast. 

Mr. and Mrs. Shaw chased after us. 

Mrs. Shaw spoke first, “Frank, weren’t you supposed to be in Jeswood visiting your grandma? Why…” 

Frank didn’t slow his pace. “Instead of worrying about me, you should think about how to clean up Bethany’s mess!” 

Mrs. Shaw was choked with anger. “Do you think you can just take someone from the Shaw family without informing us?” 

Frank smiled lightly. “I don’t have the habit of notifying anyone before I do anything.” 

The driver, perceptive as always, got out of the car and opened the rear door before Frank reached the vehicle. 

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Chapter 303 

“Wait.” Frank bent down to place me inside, and as he was closing the door, Mrs. Shaw grabbed the edge of the door and said sternly, “I have a question for Miss Wilson.” 

The temperature inside the car was comfortable, a stark contrast to the outside world. 

After a moment, I looked at Mrs. Shaw with cold detachment. “I’m not interested in answering your questions.” 

Since it seemed that any action would lead to the same outcome, I decided to follow my true feelings. 

“Listen!” 

Mrs. Shaw tugged at Mr. Shaw’s arm. “She’s the one who did this! What kind of heart does she have? She appears honest, but behind our backs, she’s using all sorts of dirty tricks to design dresses for Bethany!” 

She looked at Frank. “Frank, you absolutely cannot take her away today!” 

“Mrs. Shaw, I’ve shown you enough respect as your hand is still intact.” 

Frank glanced at her hand, which was still gripping the door handle and gave a nonchalant smile. “But you know, I’m generally not very patient. Three, two…” 

There was a loud bang.