Ex-husband’s Regret

I couldn't help but laugh.

Ryan was going to take responsibility for her.

What did she want from me?

She should be going to Ryan.

Jessica touched her belly. "You need to finalize your divorce quickly, or it'll delay getting my child registered."

"Then you should go tell Ryan to hurry up."

The company's headquarters had constant temperature-controlled air conditioning throughout the year. I took off my coat, hung it up, and picked up a spray bottle to water the row of plants in front of the French windows.

Since Ryan refused to draw clear boundaries, I wasn't in a hurry either.

I could just let Jessica make a fuss.

Jessica sneered coldly. "Don't play this game of pretending to be indifferent while clinging to Ryan. I can actually understand you. Being an orphan, with no parents, grabbing onto the Frost family tree that ensures your comfort, you don't want to let go. It's human nature. But Charlotte, as a woman, you know when to feel shameful."

She crossed her arms whilst laughing. "Don't cling so desperately to a man like this, it's embarrassing if it gets out."

I furrowed my brows. "We've met more than once, why are you still introducing yourself?"

Jessica was taken aback by my response. She snorted and got up to approach me.

"Don't think having that you can act recklessly just because the old man favors you. You're just waiting until after his 80th birthday. I wonder what excuse you'll have then not to divorce Ryan." "Are you done?"

"What?"

"Leave if you're done talking."

I pointed towards the door of the office.

She gritted her teeth. "Don't rush me. Don't you want to participate in the MS joint design competition?" "There are only two slots. Are you being so kind?"

"Of course." She lifted her chin as if bestowing a favor One for me, one for you. How about that?"

I thought she was deliberately teasing me, then saw her wave outside.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Her assistant brought in a document.

She handed it to me. "Here are the requirements for the MS joint design competition. Take a look. The deadline is next Friday. Send your design to my email by Wednesday."

I took it-and flipped through it. "It says here that I should send my design to the MS Group's email."

For some reason, I didn't feel at ease giving her my design for the competition. Perhaps because we were already standing on opposing sides, I couldn't help but be cautious.

Jessica's expression flashed with a hint of unease, then suddenly she smiled disdainfully. "Do you think! want to plagiarize your design? That's ridiculous. Have you ever heard of someone picking on someone less skilled than themselves to copy? A director copying a vice director, you're really imaginative!"

"Fine, if you want to send it directly to MS, go ahead, it's up to you," she said.

"Then, I won't be seeing you out the door."

I raised my lips, dismissing her once more.

Jessica remained unmoved, staring at me intently. "Aren't you curious who the father of my child is?"

"Could it be mine?" I smiled ambiguously.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Since it's not mine, why should I be curious?"

"It's Ryan's. I'm carrying his child. It's the offspring of our 10-year relationship."

She was quite proud, her slender fingers occasionally touching her flat belly. "Alright, noted."

"What's with your attitude?"

"What attitude do you want me to have towards an illegitimate child?"

I tossed the document onto the desk and gave her a puzzled look. "All affluent families would have a few illegitimate children. It's quite normal. You're making a big deal out of nothing."

She glared angrily. "Illegitimate child? You call the child between Ryan and me illegitimate? Charlotte, you'd better watch your words. Once I marry into the Frost family, it'll be effortless for me to deal with you.