Ex-husband’s Regret

There was a moment of silence.

I was even more certain of my guess, sniffing as I said, "If you keep hiding this from me, worry."

Frank felt a headache.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

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If he talked about it, she would worry. If he didn't, she would worry even more.

Thinking of this, he imagined his cold gaze, like a knife, piercing through the clumsy Alan on the other end.

Alan also felt wronged, but there was nothing he could do.

After bandaging his wound, he silently stepped back to stand aside.

Frank glanced at the wound on his abdomen, pinched the bridge of his nose, and said, "The negotiations didn't go very smoothly, but you don't need to worry. I'm fine." I kept waiting for him to say something. In that minute-long silence, I was sure something had happened

to him.

And now, I couldn't fly over there to check on him.

Otherwise, he'd be distracted worrying about me.

"Can you just be honest with me? Otherwise, how can I not worry?"

Frank let out a light laugh and said, "If you want me to come back quickly, you don't need to make excuses. I promise, I'll definitely be back in the next couple of days."

Alan hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping short. This was a gunshot wound. Getting on a plane could make it worse. Besides, when he got back, wouldn't Charlotte check on him? How could he keep that hidden? It might be better to find an excuse to recover here before going back.

"Stop crying. I'm all the way out here. I can't wipe your tears for you," he said. "You worry about me, and I worry about you too. Please, for me?"

I wiped my face and said, "Then you need to be honest with me."

"I'll head back the day after tomorrow. You can check me then. Is that okay?"

"Be good. They're waiting for me to hold a meeting. Just wait for me to get back, okay?"

Frank shot a glance at Alan, who quickly added, "Frank, we're abroad. We can't keep Mr. Jones waiting too long."

Frank asked me, "Hear that? Once I finish up, I'll call you again, okay?"

I figured I wouldn't get much more out of him and didn't want to delay his business,

"Goodnight."

After hanging up, I felt uneasy and was finding it difficult to breathe..

I had just napped but wasn't sleepy now, so I got up and went to the yard.

The weather was nice that night, and the moonlight was gentle.

The moon was already full. The day after tomorrow would be the Christmas.

The Christmas was a time for family reunions.

I just hoped... he would come back safely.

Alan felt the temperature in the hotel room drop after the call ended.

He saw the hint of hostility in Frank's eyes, along with a fleeting glimmer of murderous intent.

"Speak up. Who sent you to kill me?"

The kneeling men remained silent.

Frank let out a cold laugh and walked closer.

"When you burst into my room just now, didn't someone say something? Oh, in my language it's take advantage of someone when they're vulnerable?" The men kept their heads down, still silent.

Frank picked up the taser handed to him by his subordinate.

"Don't want to talk? That's fine. I'm not in a good mood today, but that won't stop me from teaching you a

lesson."

The kneeling men were just hired hands who didn't know Frank well, but they thought he looked pretty beatable.

When the employer said "take advantage of someone when they're vulnerable" they found it rather fitting.

"To create an explosion back home to force my assistant to return, then attack me while I'm alone in my hotel room..."

"That's not called 'take advantage of someone when they're vulnerable', that's... inviting someone into a trap. And I'm taking advantage of you in the trap."

Before the kneeling men could process what Frank meant, they were struck on the head, howling in pain.