Ex-husband’s Regret

The renovations began shortly after he gave me the keys to the house. I had to keep an eye on the renovations, so I would be out early and back. late. He never asked about it.

Even if I returned late, at most, he would just say, "You're back late," or, " Looks like the Design Department is quite busy."

There a follow-up question about where I had been or what I

was never had been doing. It was not within his scope of concern. We had reached the point of divorce, and I didn't want to tolerate anything a Maybe it was when you were with Jessica."

¡ore.

Sure enough, I saw a trace of stiffness on his face. It made me feel

much better.

"I haven't been in contact with her lately."

"There's no need to explain to me." I felt it was unnecessary now. "As long as you're willing, once the divorce proceedings are done, you can marry her anytime."

"Why are you speaking in such a tone? You make it sound like we're strangers" Ryan furrowed his brows slightly, which made him look at little helpless.

"What do you want me to say then?"

"Whether we're divorced or not, she won't affect our relationship."

"You're just lying to yourself."

With that, I headed to the foyer to change my shoes before heading. downstairs. The driver had been waiting in the car and quickly got out to open the door for me. Ryan was close behind me as well. On the way back, Ryan, who usually didn't have much to say to me, tried to start a conversation with me.

He lowered his head a little and saw my feet. He then asked in

confusion, "Why haven't you been wearing high heels lately?"

"Flat shoes are more comfortable." After being pregnant, I basically stopped wearing high heels. I was afraid it might affect the baby.

"Oh." He responded in a flat tone. He paused for a moment before speaking again. "When will the New Year limited edition series enter production?"

I looked at him with confusion. Although the "F&A" which the Design Department was responsible for, counted as a luxury product it wasn't the main focus of the Frost Group recently. Ryan had long since. delegated authority and we would only need to report the progress during meetings. He never personally inquired about tim. What was going on today? One moment he was asking about high heels, the next he was asking about the New Year limited edition.

Ryan cocked his brows, his smile neither friendly nor unfriendly. "What, can't I inquire about my subordinates' work?"

"Sure." Feeling pressured, I had to lower my head. "Before next Friday."

The samples were already ready, and as long as they were confirmed to be correct on Monday, we could urge the supplier to prepare the fabric, and the factory could start production.

"Oh." He responded with a flat tone again, and I really didn't want to say anything more to him.

I turned to him and said, "Ryan, stop making small talk. Sign the divorce. agreement and give it to me as soon as possible. You just need to be a good ex-husband."

"What does a good ex-husband have to be like?"

"Like he's dead."

Perhaps my words were too cold, and Ryan finally lost interest in chatting with me. Until the car entered the courtyard, his face remained cold. He looked like someone who was grumpy all the time. However, despite we tried to get here as soon as possible, we were still a bit late.

Seeing us, Brenda smiled and said, 'Mr. William has already arrived and is waiting for you."

suddenly felt a little guilty. It was I who promised William not to divorce Ryan, and yet it was I who moved out. I looked at Ryan. helplessly, hoping he could explain for me. But before I could say anything, he had already seen through my intentions and said coldly," Just pretend I'm dead."All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

He then continued to walk ahead, leaving me behind.