Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte)

Chapter 177

"I do, and I have medicine too." Ryan stood up and walked over, each step feeling like it was treading on my heart. "I'll teach you how to change it."

"You can change it yourself."

With that, I turned to leave.

"Charlotte."

His dry palm suddenly gripped mine, his voice gritty. "It hurts."

Just these two simple words caused my heart to soften instantly.

Moreover, it was a gunshot wound after all, not something to be taken lightly.

I stared at him, skeptical. "Ryan, how come I never noticed before that you're so good at playing the

victim?"

He lowered his gaze casually. "So you don't buy it?"

"I don't."

Leaving those two words behind, I tried to walk away again, but he forcefully pulled me back. For the first time ever, he lowered his proud head and softly said, "It really hurts."

At that moment, even I wanted to have a go at myself. Charlotte, you're really pathetic."

But thinking about his injury, I couldn't bring myself to be harsh.

I felt that the saying that a woman would become unlucky if she felt sorry for a man.

In the end, I compromised. "Where's the medicine?"

His tone softened. "It's on the sofa."

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As I approached the sofa and picked up the bag, he had already sat down on the bed. His gaze followed. my every move, unwavering.

Opening the bag. I found everything I needed inside-gauze, iodine, hemostatic drugs, and the like.

Everything was prepared, just lacking the final touch.

I looked at him in confusion. "Are you so well-prepared because you're waiting for Jessica to come and dress your wound?"

That's probably not going to happen. She's with your father, after all,' I added inwardly.

Ryan frowned. "Charlotte, is there no brain in your head at all"

This wasn't the first time I had experienced his sharp tongue, and I had no intention of arguing. I calmly said, "Take off your clothes." After he undressed, I delicately removed the layers of gauze. When I saw the blurry wound, I felt a sharp pang in my heart.

I even began to wonder why he had so selflessly taken that bullet for me that day.

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Wasn't self-preservation supposed to be human nature?

I couldn't find an answer, so I cautiously tended to his wound. Besides instructing me on how to change. the dressing, he didn't say anything unnecessary. However, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

After bandaging him up, I couldn't help but ask softly, "Does it hurt a lot?"

"Do you feel sorry for me?"

His eyes, as dark as midnight, locked onto mine, as if trying to see into the depths of my heart, mixed with some expectation.

My heart skipped a beat under his gaze. I quickly looked away and denied. "No."

"Liar."

Ryan scrutinized me, knowing me inside out. "Every time you lie, you can't look people in the eye."

In the end, I practically fled.

The next day, I deliberately slept in, ensuring I missed breakfast time with Ryan,

He was busy with work, leaving early and returning late. As long as I avoided breakfast, I wouldn't have to face him. By the time he returned in the evening, I would already be in my room. There would be no chance for us to meet face-to-face. When the time came, I would just need to get the divorce certificate in hand.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I stepped out of the room, I ran into Ryan head-on.

He was dressed in a meticulously crafted black suit, tall and with long legs, giving off an air of cool elegance. But the gunshot wound seemed to have worsened, causing his back to bend slightly. "Why haven't you left yet?" I asked.

He sneered. "Are you that afraid of me?"

"Know the difference between fear and disdain."

Just as I finished speaking, I saw his dark, stern face, and suddenly felt a refreshing sense of clarity.

A servant hurried upstairs and approached us. "Mr. Frost, Mrs. Frost, Ms. Wood and Miss Frost have returned."

I frowned and looked at Ryan in disbelief. "Did you allow this?"

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