Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 393

Chapter 393 

Her words caused the previously light–hearted atmosphere in the private room to fall silent for a moment. 

I followed her gaze and saw Frank at a glance. 

The man held a wine glass with his slender fingers, his dark shirt sleeves casually rolled up, revealing his lean forearms. The watch on his wrist reflected a cold, dim light. 

At the sound, he cocked his brows slightly and glanced over. That was when we locked gazes. 

He was indeed alive. 

I felt both surprised and delighted, and a smile involuntarily spread across my lips, “Frank…” 

As I was about to say something, I suddenly realized that his gaze towards me was devoid of warmth, as if he were naturally an emotionless and indifferent person. 

It was no different from looking at a stranger. 

The man looked at me with a casual demeanor, seemingly waiting for me to speak first, yet also somewhat puzzled. 

It sent chills down my spine, cutting off all my words. 

The others in the room also looked at me with some confusion 

irty two years ago. 

Among them were two people I had seen at Bethany’s birthday party two 

Frank’s childhood friends. 

The woman who had opened the door earlier asked, “Is there something you need to talk to him about?” 

I pursed my lips and forced a smile. “No… no, it’s nothing. I just didn’t expect to run into him in Jelaston. Sorry to disturb you, I’ll be going now!” 

As long as he was alive, that was all that mattered. 

I hurried back into the private room, and Jane approached m/. “What happened? Did you run into someone you know?” 

“No.” 

I shook my head and changed the subject. “Let’s eat. I’m starving.” 

Jack brought up Yasmin again during the meal. 

After the earlier interruption, I was somewhat distracted. 

But I didn’t expect things to end there. 

When the meal was over, Jack went to the front hall to settle the bill. 

As Jane and I walked out, the door to another private room opened. 

The woman from earlier pushed out the wheelchair, stopping Frank, who was trying to remove the thin blanket from his legs. She was very affectionate yet assertive. “Did you forget what the doctor said? Keep 

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it on.” 

The man, who usually ignored everyone’s advice, didn’t argue this time. He merely tugged at his lip and said lazily, “I know, stop nagging.” 

Jane looked at him with surprise, then at me. 

I gently shook my head, “Let’s go.” 

As we were about to pass by, the woman called out to me with a smile. 

“Frank’s… friend, he’s changed his contact information. Do you want to add him on WhatsApp, for easier contact in the future?” 

Frank shot her a sidelong glance. It was hard to tell what he was thinking. 

I wasn’t sure about their relationship and feared it might be a test, so’l didn’t want to create more trouble. I glanced at Frank’s legs, suppressed the impulse to ask, and said, partly as a response, partly as an explanation, “No need. We’re indeed just friends. We haven’t been in touch for over two years. Please don’t misunderstand.” 

Yes, it had been more than two years. 

In fact, we hadn’t been completely out of touch. During many lonely, sleepless nights in Frankes, I had dialed that somewhat familiar number. 

But I never managed to reach him.