A man who has always been refined and noble had gone this far for me. What did I do to deserve this? It was just that the rtionship between us couldn''t change overnight. It had nothing to do with what style of clothes he wore. Even if he looked exactly like Frank, he would still be Ryan, unchanged in the slightest.


    "I just suddenly realized that this way of dressing is quitefortable too."


    Outside the door, even in casual clothes, the man''s nobility remained unaffected. As he spoke, he nced at the suitcase in the living room, and his gentle expression turned cold.


    "Are you going to Jeswood?"


    "Yes."


    To find Frank?"


    "Yes," I answered clearly, without any hesitation. I didn''t care if he misunderstood my intentions with Frank. If it could make him let go of his obsession, then so be it.


    Unexpectedly, a trace of anger appeared in Ryan''s dark eyes, but he remained patient. "The situation in Jeswood isplicated now. It won''t help if you go there. Give me some time. I will deal with Bethany and her daughter."


    "And then?" I asked.


    "Come back and be at ease as Mrs. Frost," he said.


    I was somewhat at a loss for words. "Ryan, why do you act like a child who doesn''t understand the meaning of a divorce?"


    To me, divorce means we were twopletely unrted people from that moment on. No one should disturb the other.


    He stared at me without blink. "I know you''re angry about how I handled Bethanyst time. I get that you want to vent your anger. But you can forget about getting rid of me. I promise that from now on, I''ll discuss everything with you."


    I almost wanted tough but couldn''t. From his perspective, it seemed he still thought I was just angry and throwing a tantrum. That if heforted me and hugged me, I would return to him as the quiet and understanding Mrs. Frost like before.


    Seeing that I wasn''t speaking, he pursed his lips and said softly, "Charlotte, you''ve liked me for so many years. Feelings don''t disappear so easily. We can start over. It''s not toote." "Yes." I took a deep breath. "I''ve liked you for many years, since I was 18."


    "Liked you enough to marry you willingly, take care of your family, and be a quietly hidden Mrs. Frost." "Liked you enough to carry your child and be willing to give birth to a child of our own." "But, Ryan, that was the former Charlotte. The current Charlotte only wants to sever all ties cleanly with you," I said, looking at him with steady eyes and speaking each word deliberately.


    His Adam''s apple moved, and he controlled his emotions as his thin lips parted slightly. "What if I don''t


    want to?"


    "You don''t get to decide!"


    With that, I decisively closed the door, not caring whether he was still outside or not, and hurriedly packed my luggage.


    When I left, the hallway was already empty. I sighed with relief, took the elevator downstairs, and ran into Jack.Owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    I smiled lightly. "Jack, are you looking for me?"


    "Yes," Jack answered with a smile, then looked at the suitcase I was pushing with confusion. "Are you... going on a business trip?"


    "To Jeswood. I still have some unfinished business there," I replied.


    Jack nodded slightly and pointed toward the underground car park. "When I came in just now, I saw Ryan''s car. Has he been looking for you?"


    "Yes."


    "He..." Jack''s eyes flickered, seeming hesitant. "He didn''t do anything unusual, did he?"


    "No."


    Not wanting to part was Ryan''s usual behavior. What was so unusual about that?