Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 402

“I do.”

When it came to serious matters, he was quite earnest, his voice steady, “She said back then that only Bethany and her daughter were behind her actions. Since we couldn’t find out about anyone else, and it wasn’t good to keep her detained, we let her go. What’s up?”

“I saw her yesterday.”

I didn’t stop what I was doing as I looked up at Frank. “Last year, didn’t Yasmin suddenly announce that she had a daughter? Can you guess who this daughter is?”

“It was her?”

“Yes, she’s now called Christine.”

I felt a bit puzzled.

Frank squinted his eyes. “I’ll have someone look into it.”

He was never one to drag things out. He immediately made a phone call.

The other side acted quickly too.

I had just finished massaging his legs when the phone call came back.

Frank answered, “Go on.”

“Frank, there are no clues about this. It’s just that Yasmin suddenly announced she had a daughter, Christine. The specifics are unclear, probably because someone erased the traces.”

“Think of something?”

“That will take some time. Are you in a hurry?”

Frank’s voice was cold. “Look into it first.”

After hanging up the phone, he looked at me. “Aren’t you going to continue?”

“Massages shouldn’t be overdone.”

I tried to stand up, but my legs went numb and I fell back. Frank caught me, gripping my wrist firmly and pulling me into his embrace.

I ended up sitting on his lap, my nose filled with his minty scent.

My ears suddenly felt hot, and I struggled to get up, but he held onto my waist. “Charlotte, I want to spend Valentine's Day too. You can’t be unfair.”

‘What does that mean?’

I glared at him. “I’ve already said, I didn’t spend Valentine's Day with Ryan.”

“Then can I spend Valentine's Day with you?”

He tightened his hold around my waist, pulling me even closer.

I understood what he meant, but when I was about to speak, I felt awkward. “What’s the problem? If you want to go out for Valentine’s Day, go ahead, I won’t stop you.”

“What I mean is…”

He deliberately dragged out his words, staring at me intently, his lips curving slightly. “Spend Valentine's Day with me, stop pretending to be clueless.”

“We’re not in a relationship that would require us to spend Valentine’s Day together.”

He seemed amused, his eyes carrying a hint of mockery, though his voice was cold, “What kind of relationship do you think we have? Childhood friends, engaged couple, friends, or perhaps… an alternative, or someone abandoned?”

“Huh? Why are you so anxious? I’m just saying…”

As Alana straightened up and walked over, she saw Frank and me—the ‘friend’ in question.

I feigned confusion and looked at Alana. “Alana, didn’t you tell me that Frank’s leg was hurting and asked me to come and check on him?”

Alana looked more puzzled, but only for a moment.

Quickly, she seemed to receive some kind of signal, smacking her forehead. “Oh, right, I’m so forgetful. Looks like pregnancy does make one more stupid.”

Frank licked his teeth and sneered. “Don’t forget next time.”

“I definitely won’t.”

Alana smiled awkwardly, picked up the bags, and looked at me. “You didn’t even get to have a proper dinner. I packed a lot of food, let’s eat together?”

“No need, I have to return to the care home.”

I needed to see Grandma one more time, and my luggage was still in the car.

I smiled. “You all eat. I should be going now.”

Frank didn’t say anything, and Alana saw me off to the entrance. “Thank you so much for always taking care of Frank.”

I shook my head. “It’s no trouble.”

“Oh, right.” Alana suddenly remembered something and smiled. “Let’s add each other on WhatsApp? Since you’re in Jeswood, if you need any help, just let me know. As long as it’s not something like murder or arson, I can handle it.”

I glanced at Frank and smiled faintly. “Haven’t I already added you on WhatsApp?”