Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 375

Chapter 375 

1 suddenly stood up on my tiptoes, and threw myself into his embrace. My arms wrapped tightly around his waist. 

“Such enthusiasm? He seemed pleased, rubbing the back of my head.” Have you thought about what you needed to think about?” 

“I have.” As I spoke, my gaze swept over to Ryan, who was standing at the door with a stern expression. 

Before I could say anything, Ryan’s well–defined fingers tapped lightly on the door. “Honey, it’s time to go home.” 

“I’ll handle it.” Frank patted my head, gently releasing me and turning to leave. 

“Frank!” I called out to him. He seemed to sense something, his lean body stiffening slightly, but he still responded, “Yeah? What’s up?” 

I dared not look into his eyes. Summoning all my strength, I said as casually as possible, “He’s here to pick me up.” 

He pursed his lips, but he wasn’t smiling. His tone bewildered. “What did you say?” 

“I’ve had enough fun. I need to go back to being Mrs. Frost.” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Frank, let’s go our separate ways.” 

I cruelly left him behind, just as Ryan had left me in the basement that night. 

Ryan wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we left. 

We looked like a loving couple. 

The moment the elevator doors closed, I pulled away from him and took a step back. “Ryan, this month doesn’t include sleeping together, right?” 

The words were so unsavory. 

Yet I remained calm, as if discussing business with a client. 

“Of course…” He pulled out a disinfecting wipe, cleaning my fingers one by 

one it doesn’t include that 

Meeting his gaze, I continued, ‘I won’t be moving into the Frost family’s residence, nor will I live with you.” 

Are you doing this for him?” His brows showed a hint of mockery. “Then what obligations do you, as Mrs. Frost, plan to fulfill?” 

“Such resting at home for the mistress?” I said indifferently. 

Ryan’s face turned cold all of a sudden: The elevator doors opened, and he pulled me by the wrist, striding out and quickly shoving me into the car. 

“Charlotte, does being Mrs. Frost mean nothing to you anymore?” 

I moved away from him. “It still does.” 

The man’s expression softened slightly. Just as he was about to speak, I said quietly. “A shackle.” 

The dream I once longed for: 

The person I wanted to hold on to. 

The identity that once thrilled me. 

Now all felt like shackles. 

They bound me so tightly that even breathing was difficult. 

Ryan was stunned, as if struck by lightning. After a moment, he calmed down and instructed the driver, “Go home.” 

“I said I’m not going to the Frost family’s residence.” 

His voice was harsh. “You don’t get a say.” 

“Are you threatening me with Frank?” 

“You could put it that way.” 

“Fine then.” 

I knew how to provoke him, staring at him and emphasizing each word as I said, “As long as you stop making things difficult for him, I’ll do whatever your 

want! 

His veins bulged, and he sneered. “Are you willing to sleep with me as well?” 

I smiled slightly and said softly, “Ryan, If you want to kill me, that’s also possible. 

His eyes turned red instantly. He reached out to touch my head, but his hand froze mid–air due to me backing away instinctively. 

I ignored him, turning my gaze to the window. 

The night was dark and foreboding.