Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 443

I lay in the hospital bed and nodded. "Yes, Frank."

Initially, as I was searching for Frank, I had slowly come to accept the possibility that he might be dead. But lying in the hospital bed that time, I thought it through again.

He definitely wasn't dead.

That encounter on the street that day must have been some kind of divine guidance.

After that, my condition improved rapidly, as if someone who was on the brink of death suddenly had hope for recovery.

At that moment, Frank no longer had his usual nonchalant demeanor. His expression was serious. "No, Charlotte, you can't do this again..."

"Then you need to protect yourself."

I wasn't afraid of his serious tone. I then said deliberately, "Frank, if you dare to get into trouble, I'll kill myself for you."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Yes, I'm threatening you. Are you scared?"

"Yes." He was helpless against me, his eyes full of fear and affection. "I'm not afraid of anything except that something might happen to you."

"Then promise me, you must protect yourself."

I was also afraid.

I feared that when we faced Luke again, past events might repeat themselves.

It's easy to dodge a direct attack, but it's hard to guard against a hidden threat.

Frank gently stroked my forehead and placed a kiss there. "Okay, I promise you."

"Pinkie swear." Like when we were children, I extended my pinky towards him. "You promise me, and you promise yourself too. Frank, for each other, let's both live well."

"Okay." He bent his lips into a smile, hooked his finger with mine, and shook it slightly. "Charlotte, from now on, no one can take my life, except you."

"Gross, why would I want your life!" I immediately felt it was ominous. "I just want you to be here."

Suddenly, I remembered seeing him in Frankes and knew it was likely a case of mistaken identity or my own illusion, but still, almost by a twist of fate, I asked. "By the way, where were you last year on this day?"

Frank thought for a moment. "In Frankes."

He paused slightly, then continued to tend to my wound. "But I didn't get to see you. Do you think if we had met that day, you might have suffered less?"