Ex-husband’s Regret

She just wanted a change of pace.

Receiving Charlie's WhatsApp message now, she felt it was time to clarify things.

"Mr. Lennox, you and Mr. Smith are friends, and I'm Charlotte's best friend. There are some things I don't, want to say too bluntly. I appreciate your feelings, but cannot reciprocate. I'm sorry, you will find the right person. As for me, I like this younger guy, so please don't be so involved. You're just a friend, not a father."

If her own father couldn't control her, how could Charlie?

The only person that she might listen to was Charlotte.

But Charlotte had always indulged her, being happy together when she was happy and sad together when she was sad.

She held a place in her heart for her but wouldn't act like a mother, controlling everything and forbidding her from doing anything.

In life, whether good or bad, one had to experience it for themselves.

If someone could tell her she would have parents like that, she would rather be reborn as a dog than be

their daughter.

"Still, thank you for your reminder, Mr. Lennox. In the future, I hope you can treat me as an ordinary friend. If you don't want to, that's fine too, I won't force it." Charlie's initial attraction to Jane was indeed based on looks.

'But later, he genuinely wanted something serious.

Jane was different from the other girls he had met.

He thought that not refusing meant there was still a chance.

Yet this time, she had completely rejected him.

"I'm going to cut off all feelings from now on."

After sending that message in the group, he went off to find a place to drink.

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The others in the group hadn't responded to his message.

Frank had his own business to attend to.

Zachary had already arrived at the private theater.

The driver was worried. "Sir, you still have a fever..."

Zachary waved his hand. "It's fine, I've had an IV."

The driver was just an employee and had no authority over this. "Then I'll wait here for you."

Zachary waved him off, telling him to go back.

But the driver couldn't shake the worry, if something happened to Zachary, he wouldn't be able to work for the Collins family anymore. He was the only heir.

Pretending to leave, he circled back and waited.

As Zachary entered the private theater, he felt his head throbbing again.

The decor wasn't particularly luxurious, the dim, ambiguous lighting made him frown.

Clearly, this private theater was different from the others.

"Is it just you?"

Zachary couldn't stand the smell in the air, it was indescribable and made his head spin.

His stomach felt a bit off too.

He said he was looking for someone and showed the front desk a photo of Jane. "She's with a college student."

He also pulled up a photo of Michael to show the front desk.

While a private theater wasn't as busy as a regular cinema, it still had its fair share of visitors at night.

The front desk couldn't remember every face.

However, a beautiful girl would definitely leave an impression.

Besides, the way this guy called her made the front desk cock her brows.

Relationships between women who are elder than men tend to attract more attention..

And this tall, handsome man in front of them, despite looking a bit unwell and weak, had an air of coldness-he was likely here for some sort of scandal, People were curious and couldn't resist gossip.

"Room 3, please pay here."

Zachary paid and went down the steps, finding Room 3 and stepping inside.

It was even darker inside, making it hard to see the floor.

After adjusting to the darkness, he immediately started searching for that familiar figure.

By the time Jane arrived at the private theater, it was already getting late.

All the good seats were taken.

She hadn't expected Michael to be there and didn't want to go somewhere else, so she found a quiet spot nearby.