Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 735

Chapter 795 

Jane handed the juice to Charlotte and sat down beside her. 

Across from them was a small boxing ring. 

Zachary and Frank had already changed into their boxing gear and were standing in the ring. 

Both were of similar height, their upper bodies muscular and defined, and they had good looks–truly a visual feast. 

“Did Zachary and Frank bet on who would get married first? If Frank loses, what does he want from Zachary?” 

Charlotte took a sip of her juice and smiled. “He said he wants something big.” 

Jane laughed, glancing at the ring. “Those two are so childish. It’s hard to say who will win, I see them as evenly matched.” 

Charlotte didn’t respond. 

In the ring, Zachary tapped gloves with Frank. 

Neither needed to say much. 

They had practiced together. Their strikes were precise and powerful. 

Jane became so engaged that she pulled Charlotte to the edge of the ring. 

• “Go, Zachary! Don’t let him win, push forward!” 

Charlotte couldn’t help but chuckle. 

When Frank had Zachary in a hold, he still managed to speak. 

He looked at Charlotte. “Honey, aren’t you going to cheer for your husband?” 

Charlotte laughed. “Go, go!” 

That gave Zachary the chance to pin Frank down in the ring. 

Frank didn’t let him stay there for long–just a few seconds–before flipping him over. 

Jane slapped the ring with her hands, shouting at Zachary, “Get up and turn the tables!” 

Charlotte sighed. 

At this rate, it seemed it would never end. 

She glanced at the time. “Frank, we should get going.” 

Frank released Zachary, ripped off his boxing gloves with his teeth, and easily jumped down from the ring, wrapping his arms around Charlotte to head to the changing room. 

Jane saw that Zachary was still lying there and jumped onto the ring to check on him. 

“Are you tired or what? I’ve been watching from the side. You didn’t get hurt… ah!” 

20 BONUS 

As she squatted beside Zachary, he suddenly flipped her over and pinned her to the ring. She let out a surprised yelp. 

“Don’t hug me, you’re all sweaty,” Jane complained, pushing him away 

Zachary deftly tore off his gloves and held her wrists down. 

He moved in closer. 

With her hands trapped, Jane kicked out with her legs. 

But Zachary anticipated her move and pinned her legs down too 

She glared at him. “Get off me! You’re making my clothes dirty with all your sweat!” 

Zachary looked at her. 

His gaze was deep. 

But that face, which had rarely shown emotion from childhood to now, remained composed. 

“Sorry.” 

Jane had grown accustomed to his handsome yet cold demeanor. 

Hearing the sincerity in his voice, she replied, “Is that all? Just saying sorry?”