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Regrt 219

Chapter 219

Upon hearing this, Jane not only wasn’t disappointed but gossiped eagerly, “Are you going with Frank who lives across from you?”

“How did you know?”

“Who else around you do I not know? Besides me, there’s Jack and Ryan. You wouldn’t bother with Ryan, and if it were Jack, you’d have told me directly. By process of elimination, it had to be Frank.”

My gaze fell on the distant high–rise buildings flashing neon lights, and I chuckled softly. “Alright, alright. Nothing escapes your eyes.”

After chatting aimlessly with her for a while longer, I hung up and turned around to see the man who was already awake.

I put away my phone, suppressed my smile, and said calmly, “Since you’re awake, you should go back.

His dark eyes stared at me. “Are you trying to avoid me now?”

“No.” I shook my head and walked into the living room. “I just want to avoid trouble for myself.”

As everyone perceived, as someone without parents and without anyone to rely on, where would I get the qualification to confront them head–on, be it the Frost family or the Shaw family. Since I couldn’t

afford to offend them, I decided to avoid them.

Ryan frowned. “Did Jessica come looking for you again?”

“It was Bethany who came to see me.” I said plainly, feeling weary. “Ryan, let’s stop making things difficult for each other. Let’s get the divorce certificate as soon as possible.”

He goes his sunny path, and I cross my narrow bridge.

But he ignored it, calmly changing the subject, “Why do you suddenly want to sell the house? Is something wrong?”

“It has nothing to do with you.”

There was no point saying anything more. The more I said the more I would get myself involved in things. What was the point?

Ryan massaged his temples and asked, “Then how much money do you need? Will the money from selling the house be enough?”

This question was more direct.

I frowned, not wanting to answer. “Between us, there’s no need to pry into these matters…”

“Charlotte.” He sighed, cutting me off. “Does divorce mean we’ll never see each other again? Can’t I…. help you?”

As he spoke, his gaze remained on me, deep with the effects of alcohol, as if trying to draw someone

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Suddenly, I was slightly stunned. After coming to my senses, I lowered my head. “At the very financially, everything should be clear. Besides what’s in the divorce agreement, I don’t want anything else, including shares. Once the divorce process is over, I’ll return everything to you.”

With a sigh, I tried to make myself sound casual. “For you, the best help is simply to not ask or interfere.”

This was the only way I could avoid trouble.

Only then could I live my life in peace.

Never did I imagine that the person I once cherished and pursued so desperately would now be the subject of my only expectation–to cleanly sever all ties.

I dared not think about anything else, nor did I want to.

After hearing what I said, Ryan’s expression turned desolate. After a short pause, he asked in a low voice, “Do you think I’ve completely messed up in managing family matters?”

I was stunned, a pang of bitterness running through my heart. “What do you mean?”

His crow–like lashes drooped, a hint of intoxication, and he chuckled self–deprecatingly. “To repay Lauren’s kindness, I’ve repeatedly indulged Jessica, leading my marriage to be ruined. Now that I’m back home, the room is empty, and I’ll be able to see you again as soon as I raise my head.”

“I… don’t look forward to going home anymore.”

Scenes of harmony over the past three years suddenly flooded my mind.

Yes, in those first three years when I didn’t know his gentle restraint, I actually experienced happiness in this marriage.

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