Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 236

Chapter 236 

I had grown to love what he loves. 

How could I feel forced? 

Ryan’s dark eyes glittered, compelling. “Then I’m not forcing myself either. Come on, eat.” 

I couldn’t bear it. “Your stomach can’t take it.” 

“You’ve been doing this for three years, can’t I do it even once? You’re underestimating me too much,” he spoke earnestly. 

I lowered my eyes. “Then do as you wish.” 

After dinner, he took the initiative to wash the dishes, and I continued to work without guilt. 

Unlike Jack, I would feel embarrassed if Jack washed dishes, after all, we were just ordinary friends, 

But him, I had taken care of him for three years. Now, if he cooked and washed the dishes, it wasn’t too much. 

“Do you have any stomach medicine?” 

While I was studying the style of the company’s first batch of new products, Ryan rubbed his stomach and settled into the nearby sofa. 

I couldn’t help but want to laugh. I poured a cup of medicine and placed 

it in front of him. “Didn’t you say I was underestimating you?” 

His stomach had been damaged shortly after taking over the Frost family. He was dissatisfied both above and below, often too busy to eat all day to appease shareholders and his subordinates. Social engagements also kept him drinking glass after glass of alcohol on an empty stomach. It wouldn’t be odd for his stomach to be bad. 

Bran 

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pie purised his thin lips Butors, whemy stomach Burt, you couldn’t 

possibly laugh” 

was momentarily surprised. “Back then, I was a mess with worry.” 

When I saw him uncomfortable, I tried my best, researching various dietary methods, bolling stomach nourishing soup every day, not daring 

to show off at the president’s office, just waiting for him to return to 

drink it 

He grabbed my arm suddenly and pulled me hard. “And now?” 

I unexpectedly fell into his arms, familiar warmth enveloping me. The man’s body heat burned my skin inch by inch, and my heart stopped for a moment involuntarily. 

Ambiguity spread. 

I scrambled up in a panic. “Now, I’d like to ask if you could leave after taking your medicine. It’s getting late 

I couldn’t continue like this. 

“Charlotte, don’t easily fall into his trap again.” 

Ryan visibly fell into disappointment. His thin lips formed a straight line, and he remained silent. 

“Drink it or it’ll get cold.” 

I pointed at the medicine and turned to go back to the room. 

Just as I was about to enter the room, the man’s voice sounded, slightly tense, “Can I… not leave tonight?” 

“You can only sleep on the sofa.” 

After saying this. I went straight into the room. 

it was unsafe for him to drive with a stomachache. If something happened it would be on my head, and it was too much trouble to have Gary come to pick him up so late. 

it was not because I was soft–hearted 

Before falling asleep, this thought vaguely surfaced. 

I wasn’t soft–hearted. 

The next day, I walked out of the room and saw the huge lump on the sofa, and only then did I come back to my senses. 

Gradually, memories of last night also returned. 

Winter sunlight poured in, a blanket draped over the man, curled up on the sofa in a disgruntled manner, breathing softly, looking unexpectedly harmless. 

However, it didn’t last long. 

The phone rang abruptly, and he woke up bleary–eyed, picked up his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and answered after a few words. 

It should be Gary. He hung up after a few words. 

Ryan looked at the time, sat up, looked at me with some regret. “It seems that only when I’m closer to you, I can sleep so peacefully.” 

I looked at him and said cruelly, “But, now I feel more at ease when you’re further away.” 

His fingers curled lightly, staring into my eyes, his voice still hoarse from just waking up, finishing his sentence. 

“Do… do you still hate me?” 

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“It’s not that bad.” 

Not to the point of hating, I just wanted a more peaceful life. 

I pursed my lips. “Are you free today? Let’s get the divorce certificate.