Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35 

“Who?” I asked, feeling puzzled. 

He sneered. “Jack.” 

I was rendered speechless 

I frowned, genuinely unsure what he was thinking. “Ryan, are you here trying to get proof that I’m cheating on you?” 

It would be truly unreasonable if he was. 

His eyes darkened, his lips pressed thin, and he quietly uttered the words, “No, I’m not.” 

“Then why are you here?” 

Ryan didn’t answer. His long eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks, exuding a desolate aura. 

The night breeze blew, sending chills down my back. I then said 

helplessly, “If you’re not going to say anything, I’m going to close the door.” 

He then said after a long pause, “I’ve missed you.” 

My heart skipped a beat. 

I was completely gobsmacked. 

He had said many flirtatious things to me before, mostly teasing, never heartfelt. 

A lot of the time, I had hoped he would say something from the bottom 

of his heart. 

When we were in bed, I would wrap my arms around his neck and say, “I love you. I’ve missed you.” 

But all I got was in return was silence or a playful tease. 

I had long gotten used to being disappointed. 

1/3 

But what I exin’t expect was that his duiden words were still able to marke my heart skip a beat. 

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my cool. “You’re drunk.” 

I’m not 

“Ryan, look at me, I’m Charlotte… 

“I know you’re Charlotte.” 

He interrupted suddenly and reached out to cup the back of my head. He began kissing me non–stop and then he added, “The person I’ve missed is Charlotte. Only Charlotte, no one else.” 

He repeated my name again and again, which made my heart tickle. 

Each call of my name made me tremble. 

He was like a lion surveying his territory, fo efully taking away my breath. 

He caught me off guard and my mind went blank, so I allowed him to kiss me however he wanted. “Mm…” 

To him, this might be consent. That was when his large hand began exploring my body through the thin layer of clothes that I had on. 

The air gradually grew thin. I suddenly pushed him away, kneeled on the ground, and began throwing up into a bin. 

The more I threw up, the more the taste of alcohol churned in my stomach. 

Uncertain whether I was feeling wronged or aggrieved, but my chest felt like it was about to explode. 

What was that supposed to mean? 

What was I supposed to be? 

Was he not willing to touch Jessica, so he came to me to solve his 

2/3 

15 BONUS 

sexual needs after sending her off to sleep? 

A short while later, I recovered slightly. Looking up, I met his extremely cold eyes, full of hostility, “You weren’t so disgusted when he was touching you, were you? Weren’t you smiling happily at him?” 

“What about you? Do you really miss the Charlotte you had to marry to protect Jessica?” I was so angry that my head buzzed, without caring to explain, I immediately retorted.