Ex-husband’s Regret

"You've already showered..."

I heard the hidden meaning in Frank's words and pretended to be oblivious to tease him, "Put me down."

"No." Frank looked down. He had a mischievous grin on his lips as he kicked open the bathroom door.

Hot water and kisses came down together, stealing my breath away.

Later, he played around until I could barely stand.

He simply supported me by my thighs and held me at his waist

I thought the bath would be like before, lasting until midnight, but instead, after just one round, I was wrapped in a towel and carried to bed.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, I pulled the blanket over myself, leaving only my eyes visible as I looked at Frank.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Frank met my gaze and chuckled. "You'd better not say those two words."

I huffed, "How do you know what I'm about to say?"

"I know perfectly well."

Frank leaned closer, gently brushing his nose against mine, and drawled, "That's because I'm your husband-"

He dragged out the last word on purpose. My face heated up with embarrassment, and I shrank deeper into the blanket. "We're not married yet. How can you be my husband?" Frank lay down, pulling me along with the blanket and draping his long legs over me.

I couldn't move at all.

The atmosphere was intimate and lingering.

After he stopped moving, he stared at me with his deep brown eyes. I tried to shift but found it futile. Hesitantly, I asked, "You're not unhappy because of what I said earlier, are you?" Frank looked at me with a steady gaze that was even more profound in the dim light.

It was hard to read.

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"If I were unhappy," Frank suddenly interrupted me. He lowered his head, coming even closer, his low, seductive voice making my heart race. "What would Charlotte do to make me feel better?" I could tell he was just teasing, and shot him a reproachful look.

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Frank laughed, kissed my forehead, and playfully said, "Since the mood is set you've mentioned it,. how about I propose?"

With my hands and feet immobile, I gave him a stern look.

"Who proposes in bed like that?' I asked inwardly.

It seemed too dismissive.

Frank chuckled, pinching my cheek. "What's with that reaction?"

"Don't you intend to agree?"

"Oh? Afraid of entering the marriage tomb after one failed attempt?"

I knew all too well about his persistent jealousy.

And regarding Ryan, it seemed like he had moved on, but he was still stewing over old grievances.

"You call it a tomb, so why should I go? You go yourself.

"Tsk."

Frank pressed his thumb against my lips, pushing them apart, "Let's see how sharp-tongued you are."

His kiss, as expected, landed on me, but just as I intended to soothe him after what I had said, he suddenly pulled away.

I gave him a puzzled look.

Frank completely let go of me, tapping my forehead with his finger twice and teasing with a light laugh, Want more?" "You pervert!" I joked.

I turned away, not wanting to deal with him anymore.

Frank patted me through the blanket and I heard his footsteps.

I secretly turned around and saw him going into the bathroom.

Frank took out the hairdryer, and as he glanced at the trash can, he seemed to remember something.

His footsteps returned, and I quickly turned my back.

Frank didn't call me out but sat on the edge of the bed and started drying my hair.

His long fingers moved patiently through my hair.

After drying my hair, he gave himself a quick, careless blow-dry, then pulled back the blanket and held me from behind.

His large hand suddenly rested on my lower abdomen, his voice husky. "Your period hasn't come this month, has it?"

No wonder he only decided to come once.

It turned out that he was concerned.