Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte)
Regret H 520

Chapter 520

Frank gave me a sidelong glance, not responding and maintaining his firm grip, not allowing me to withdraw. He took out his phone and made a call.

In a short while, a waiter brought in iodine swabs and an ointment.

Frank broke the swab, gently applied iodine to my wound, his long eyelashes casting shadows over his emotions. His voice, though somewhat muffled, was clear. "I can't change how you lived before, but from now on, you need to take good care of yourself." "Where you are careless, I will handle things for you."

I felt a shiver inside, my eyes welling up with tears. I pursed my lips, finding myself on the verge of crying.

It turned out that people cried not only when they were sad.

Before I could speak, the man's large hand, which had always claimed to be incapable of handling delicate tasks like treating wounds, was now applying the ointment with skill. He was more meticulous than he ever was while signing billion-dollar contracts. The cool ointment spread through my limbs like an electric current.

It made me involuntarily shrink back.

Frank frowned slightly, holding my ankle to keep me from moving, and said grumpily, "Now you know it hurts?"

"No, it doesn't hurt."

It wasn't really painful.

Moreover, the cool ointment felt much better compared to the friction inside the shoes earlier.

Frank furrowed his brows lightly, finishing applying the ointment with precise movements. He put the ointment aside, grasped my waist, and lifted me onto his lap.

He rested his forehead against mine, his brown eyes reflecting helplessness as he spoke with a resigned tone, "Charlotte, I'm in pain. Is that enough?"

"I don't like seeing you hurt."

"Not even a little bit."

His voice was both obsessive and overbearing. I suddenly looked up and kissed him.

But unlike usual, I didn't instinctively close my eyes. I wanted to imprint his current affectionate and emotional expression deeply in my heart.

Even if I'm old and gray in the future, I hope to remember these fragments of intense love.

I wasn't a good kisser. When I took the initiative, it was usually clumsy.

Yet Frank still seemed to enjoy it. Noticing his physical response, I blushed deeply and pulled back, feeling a bit weak from the alcohol's aftereffects.

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Chapter 520

His eyes were full of desire. After adjusting my disheveled clothes, he held me in his arms with one hand and pinched my cheek with the other. "The alcohol must be giving you courage to flirt with me like this?" Knock, knock-

Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door. Alana stood there, smiling brightly, with a teasing tone, "What flirting? Did I just hear something I shouldn't have?">

I reflexively pulled away from Frank's embrace, stood up quickly, my face burning with embarrassment, and tried to steady myself. "Ala... Alana!"

Frank remained unmoved and took the initiative. "Why didn't you knock?"

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Alana, feeling somewhat guilty, still tried to act tough. "Didn't I just knock?"

"Who knocks after opening the door?" Frank snorted. He then pulled me back down, and seeing the ointment on my wound was almost used up, he put on a band-aid while looking at Alana, and asked lazily, "Do you have any flat shoes in your car? Charlotte's feet are injured."

I quickly interjected, "No need to go through all that trouble. Just putting on the band-aid will..."

"It's no trouble. I happen to keep spare shoes."