Ex-husband’s Regret

Frank immediately understood. "Is it serious?"

Alan was thinking about how to cooperate with Frank to deceive Charlotte.

If Charlotte got angry, it would be much scarier than Frank getting angry.

"It's not serious, but he's hospitalized. He might be waiting for someone to visit." Frank dragged out the sound of "oh."

I just watched them, not saying anything.

Alan finished what he needed to say and slin

away.

Frank and I exchanged glances for a moment, then he asked, "Shall we tell her?"

I asked, "Are you going to do as I say?"

Frank nodded. "Of course, I'll listen to my wife."

I playfully retorted, "Who's your wife?"

After this trip abroad, Frank spent more time at home.

He accompanied me to every prenatal check-up.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Any work he could bring home, he did.

This led to a bit of trouble.

While I was happy he was with me, I didn't have time to design my wedding dress.

Under Jane's urging, I already had a rough draft.

However, I didn't want him to find out now.

The pregnancy symptoms intensified day by day, so the dress design was temporarily put on hold.

When I reached 12 weeks, I received a call from my mom.

"Baby, I've finished my recent work and can find time to prepare for the banquet."

I was caught off guard. "What banquet?"

"Of course, it's the banquet for you!"

Hearing this, I realized something.

My mom was preparing to announce my identity.

I knew she had been waiting for this day for a long time.

I also hoped everyone would know I was her daughter, so she could attend my wedding as my mom.

I smiled. "Great, when will it be held?"

"After the 11th, just wait for my news."

Calculating the time, I knew she was preparing to handle everything in detail.

My heart was filled with indescribable excitement.

On the day of the banquet.

The weather was actually surprisingly happy.

Not only did the local big shots arrive, but also many celebrities who usually appeared only on screen.

Luxury cars lined the hotel entrance, along with reporters.

Seeing the cameras, I was somewhat surprised. "My mom has really gone all out."

Beside me, Frank casually replied, "Indeed, this setup is really increasing my pressure."

I thought Frank felt the same way, but then I heard him say, "At the wedding, I need to make it even grander."

I was left speechless.

I entered the lounge through the back door.

When my mom saw me, her eyes lit up. "My daughter is so beautiful."

I was still nervous but also excited.

My mom felt the sweat in my palms and helped me sit on the sofa.

"Rest for a while. Joanne will come to get you when it's your turn."

I nodded.

Before closing the door, my mom instructed Frank, "Calm her down a bit. Even though she's 12 weeks along, she shouldn't be too nervous."

"Got it, Ms. Jackson."

After Frank acknowledged her, he sat down beside me.

He asked, "Do you want me to say something?"

"I don't know..."

"Okay."

Frank suddenly squatted down in front of me, "I've been trying to comfort you since morning, but it hasn't worked, the physiological response is uncontrollable."

"I actually have a way to combat it."

I really believed him, mainly because I didn't have the energy to judge.

Plus, I genuinely trusted him.

"What way?"

"I'll propose to you."

The guests in the banquet hall were already seated, and the reporters were in position.

When Yasmin took the stage, the flashes from the cameras alone were blinding.

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