Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 439

Moreover, when he went to Frank's house yesterday, he didn't mention anything about getting back together with Charlotte.

After sorting out his thoughts, Charlie shook his head firmly. "It's impossible. Zachary, you don't know Frank well enough..."

Zachary was too lazy to respond.

He knew Frank's mindset all too well.

Someone who could wait for a person for over 20 years with no hope at all wouldn't easily change targets.

Besides, Charlotte’s best friend, Jane, had come to Jeswood, so, Charlotte had probably come too.

But when Frank heard Jane was in Jeswood yesterday, he didn't show the slightest surprise.

What did that mean?

It meant he already knew.

It meant he was still steadfastly on the same path.

It meant Charlie was in for some bad luck.

Jane, finding Charlie's foolishness amusing, suggested, "How about we make a bet?"

Charlie asked, "A bet on what?"

"A bet... on whether Frank's girlfriend is Charlotte."

"Alright, let's bet on it..." Charlie started with a rhythmic tone but suddenly stopped. "Wait, do you know something? Is Frank really caught in your best friend's trap?"

"What do you mean 'trap'? You'd better watch your words, or you might get slapped..."

"Isn't it a trap?" Charlie didn't take it seriously. "If your best friend wants Frank to take her back, she'd have to beg him with tears and pleading..."

As Frank and I reached the door of the private room, he pushed it open, and the first thing we heard was this.

"Jane!" Charlie turned to Jane in a hurry. "Since you’re Frank’s girlfriend. Don't you want a store? Tomorrow, you should go pick one yourself! If you like any other store, I'll pay the penalty to have the brand moved out just for you."

"Really?"

"I swear on my life!" Charlie promised.

Jane cocked her brows. "Alright, since you're being so accommodating, I'll overlook it just this once."

Frank pulled out a chair for me, and after I sat down, he took a seat next to me.

Danny slid off the sofa, running over with his little legs. "Aunt! Can I call you Aunt from now on?"

"Well..." I picked him up and glanced at Frank, smiling gently. "That depends on how your uncle behaves."

Hearing this, the little boy looked at his uncle seriously, as if he were a little adult, and said, "Uncle! You have to work hard, or I might have to change Aunts!"

"I'm working hard." Frank smiled, his lips curling up as he stretched his long arm around my shoulders, his smile a bit seductive. "I've never worked this hard before."