Ex-husband’s Regret

Jane quickly glanced at me, a hint of ambiguity almost overflowing. I felt puzzled, but seeing Jack's calm demeanor, I was sure it wasn't what Jane was implying.

Moreover, Jack had someone he liked, for over 20 years. How could he possibly have any feelings for someone like me who had just divorced?

Jack refilled my drink. "No rush to decide, take your time."

"Okay." I still felt a bit overwhelmed inside. After all, it was a brand I had admired for so many years, suddenly within reach, it felt like a dream.

After dinner, Jane used the excuse of another appointment to ask Jack to drive me home.

In the car, I said helplessly, "I'm bothering you again."

"What bother? I'm just being soft-hearted and lending a hand." Jack teased with a smile.

I chuckled softly. "You didn't even let me pay for the meal, th...".

Before I finished, he pretended to answer a phone call and went to pay the bill.

His long, slender fingers rested on the steering wheel, exuding a natural elegance. His gaze swept over and interrupted. "You treat, I pay. No difference. If you think about thanking me again, then you'll have to treat me to dinner."

"Oh..." I shrugged, feeling outmaneuvered by him.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

I gave him the address of the Lake Garden. Since Ryan had promised to get the certificate on schedule, he wouldn't be staying there anymore. Besides, I doubted he

had returned after I moved out.

Staying at Jane's place for an extended period wasn't ideal either. It was better to go back to the Lake Garden first.

When we arrived at the Lake Garden, I got out of the car. The wind gusting into the garage made me shiver. I quickly wrapped my coat tighter and waved to Jack, "You should go back. Bye! Drive safely!" He kept watching me, his whole demeanor gentle. "Okay, I know. Head back and get

some rest."

"Alright." I replied and hurried into the building without looking back.

At least it wasn't as cold inside.

As soon as I opened the door, I was startled by the bright lights. Had a thief broken in? Or had I forgotten to turn off the lights when I stayed at Jane's last time?

But the next moment, I furrowed my brows.

At the entrance, there was a pair of shiny handmade men's leather shoes, a style not

available in the market.

Ryan's tall figure stood on the balcony, fingertips intermittently glowing red.

"Why are you here?"

Somewhat distracted, he waited until I approached to speak, his back stiffening as he turned around, snuffing out the cigarette butt barehanded, his voice carrying the chill of early winter. "He gave you a lift back?"

"Yes." I openly admitted. "You haven't said why you're here. Or do you want to change your mind and not give me this suite?"

He touched his tongue to his teeth. "Am I that petty?"

"Then please leave."

"So anxious to cut ties with me." Ryan's brows furrowed slightly, his dark eyes flashing with coldness. "What do you think Jack is? The Renolds family is no less complicated than the Frost family!" "Even so, Ryan, neither of us should interfere in each other's lives anymore, okay? I was exhausted from this matter.

He didn't respond, striding coldly to the coffee table, picking up a paper bag, and handing it to me without a word. "This... you should keep."