Ex-husband’s Regret

I didn't want to be constantly worried, so I agreed obediently. "Okay, I understand."

Yasmin said softly, "Alright, get some rest. Pregnant women shouldn't stay up late." "You too," I replied.

After hanging up, I had just put down my phone when I heard the sound of the door opening. I immediately headed toward the door, while Jane and Grandma exchanged glances.

Grandma said, "Come with me to see the flowers I've been growing."

Jane played along. "Sure."

The person who came back was, of course, Frank.

I opened my arms to hug him, but he stopped me by pressing down on my shoulders, saying, "I'm dirty. I

need to shower first."

That didn't sound right. Even though I was pregnant and he was worried about germs affecting the baby, he had been out running errands, not working at a construction site. How dirty could he be? Just as I was about to ask, a small black medicine bottle appeared in front of me.

My eyes lit up. "The antidote?"

""Yep."

He cocked his brows with an air of arrogance. "Am I impressive or what?"Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Despite his nonchalant demeanor, my heart tightened instantly. I didn't immediately reach for the antidote but instead looked him over for injuries, lifting up his shirt.

Just as I noticed the bloodstains on his arm, he suddenly grabbed my wrist.

He lowered his eyes and warned, "Don't start a fire if you can't put it out."

Tears welled up in my eyes. "You're still not serious!"

Seeing that I was about to cry, Frank instinctively reached out to caress my hair to comfort me. But then he suddenly remembered something and pulled his hand back.

I instantly realized something was wrong. Grabbing his hand, I saw several blood streaks on his palm. Though the blood had clotted, it was still quite alarming.

"You promised me you wouldn't get hurt!"

Frank looked like a scholar encountering a soldier, unable to argue his way out of it. In the end, he rubbed his nose and said helplessly, "Well, I did break my promise. Just don't cry, and I'll do whatever you say." I didn't respond and just turned and headed towards the living room.

Frank followed me: "Didn't you just say we should communicate in a timely manner? Why are you giving me the silent treatment now?"

I found the first aid kit and shot him a glare. "Sit down,

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Frank sat down obediently.

I held out my hand. "Hand."

Frank placed the injured hand in mine.

The entryway light wasn't very bright, but in the living room, I could see not just blood clots but also numerous wooden splinters embedded in the wounds.

I ache, so I restrained myself.

Can't help but want to kick him, but the injuries on his hand were enough to make my h

Frank, however, laughed. "Don't hold back. If kicking will make you feel better, go ahead. Don't hold back."

"Who's holding back? My foot just hurts."

"Is it your foot that hurts, or your heart?"

I pretended not to hear and proceeded to wash away the dried blood, then used tweezers to carefully remove the splinters. After checking multiple times, I disinfected and applied medicine.

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When I took out the bandages, Frank stopped me. "No need. It'll be fine in a couple of days."

I held the bandages and stared at him in silence.

Frank relented. "Alright, you win."

He gave me his hand and let me bandage it.

After I tied the bandage into a bow, he frowned but didn't say anything about it. He just said, "You should give the antidote to Grandma. I'll go take a shower."

"No."

"I'm not allowed to take a shower?" asked Frank. "Is this your way of punishing me?"

I smiled helplessly. "Your hand can't come in contact with water."

Frank seemed to find this a great joke.

I understood that he didn't really care about the injury. If I hadn't noticed, he probably wouldn't have bothered to disinfect it.

Frank was about to refuse but suddenly changed his tone. "You're right, if I have a shower, my hand will come in contact with water. Why don't you do me a favor and help me, take a shower?"

He dragged out the last couple of words.

My ears turned-red, but I refused to back down. I extended a finger, hooked it on his belt through his shirt, pulled him toward me with a smile, and said, "I can help you wash, but the real question is, will you be able to sleep tonight?"