Ex-husband’s Regret

Jack either didn't catch the implication, or he didn't want to dwell on the matter. He just smiled. "No big deal. Why don't you guys go wash your hands? Dinner is ready."

Jack was also a great cook, and the table was filled with dishes that were great in looks, fragrance, and taste. It would make anyone's mouth

water.

Both Tom and Jane couldn't stop praising Jack.

I couldn't help but compliment, "Jack, your dishes look amazing!"

"Go ahead and have a bite. See if it suits your taste."

Jack brought out the last two dishes from the kitchen, and placed a plate of spicy shrimp in front of me, with a warm smile. "You should love this."

I was a little surprised.

Except for Jane, everyone assumed my taste was as bland as Ryan's. However, before I could say anything, Ryan chimed in coldly, "She can't handle spicy food. Although you were quite close during college, you still don't understand her taste..."

"Mr. Frost." Jane tried to defend me with a smile on her face. "Who have you been paying attention to during the three years that you were married? Charlotte loves spicy food!" My heart ached.

Jane was right. Who had Ryan been paying attention to?

I had always accommodated him, but he had never cared about what I truly liked.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Ryan furrowed his brow slightly. There was a hint of obscurity in his gaze, "You like spicy food?"

Yes. As I spoke, I peeled a shrimp and placed it in my mouth, swallowing it slowly, staring into his deep and beautiful eyes, and answered seriously, "Ryan, I don't like bland food. They're not appetizing." Ryan's aura sank, and the atmosphere became even more awkward.

I knew I shouldn't have said that.

Ryan's temper wasn't good either, and this would only make the party. even more awkward.

But I had kept quiet for three years.

Would I not be able to tell Ryan the truth if there wasn't ar ppropriate

time?

To my surprise, the usually indifferent Ryan, in front of his childhood. friend, lowered his noble head.

"Then we won't eat bland food in the future. Let's make things. according to your taste," he said.

I looked at him hesitantly, at a loss for words for a moment.

Feeling heartbroken and sour again, I realized the fact that he was willing to change something was still not enough to put our marriage back on track.

But the more he was willing to change, the more uncomfortable I felt.

I would rather he didn't change anything, I would rather he remained indifferent forever, and didn't care about my feelings.

Then I could leave without any regrets, without any pain.

Jane patted my head, smiling as she made things clear to him. "What future? You didn't want her before. Don't you dare try to take her away from me in the future?"

I knew Jane's temperament. Even if she lost her job at the Frost Group,

she would still stand up for me.

Though I hadn't completely figured Ryan out, I understood a little bit about him. He blurred the lines between personal and professional matters, and he might really make Jane leave.

"Alright let's eat? Tom was afraid that Jane might truly anger Ryan, so he quickly interrupted. I'm starving.”

The meal was eaten with various thoughts in mind.

But in principle, I couldn't starve the child in my belly, so I ate my fill.

Tom picked up his wine glass, smilingly raising it to me. "Happy housewarming, Charlotte!"

"Thank you, but I can't drink alcohol recently, I can only drink juice." I smiled and lifted the tall glass, gently clinking it against his.

Jane also offered sincere blessings. "I wish our Charlotte a future filled with happiness and smooth sailing!"

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