Jston wasn''t a big ce. When I decided to return to the country, I had already prepared myself for the possibility of running into him again. I just didn''t expect it to be so soon.


    As I quickly withdrew my hand, I heard Yasmin said in surprise, "Mrs. Frost?"


    "Yes."


    "She''s the ex-wife."


    Ryan and I spoke almost simultaneously.


    I suppressed my irritation, looked at Yasmin, and smiled faintly. "Ms. Jackson, you''re busy. We''ll take our leave now,"


    "Yes, Ms. Jackson, if you need anything, feel free to call me," Jane also said politely.


    As we were leaving. I vaguely heard Yasmin''s voice behind us. "Mr. Frost, it looks like your ex-wife doesn''t seem to like you."


    Just as we were about to leave the hotel, a ck Continental drove away from the car park.


    I instinctively ran outside and saw a license te that looked somewhat familiar.


    Jane chased after me. "What''s wrong? Why are you running so fast? Did you see a ghost?"


    "It''s not that." I pointed to the Continental that had already merged into the traffic. "I saw that car at the care home the other day."


    "So, Frank hase to Jston?" asked Jane.


    "Probably."


    I handed her the car keys. "You head back first. I want to check Jston Summit."


    Two years had passed, and his death was known to everyone. It was highly unlikely he would still be living in that ce. But I still wanted to check that ce out,


    "I''ll go with you." Jane pulled me back, not letting me getting into the taxi alone.


    When we arrived at Jston Summit, she stayed in the car while I went to the basement.


    She said with a smile, "If he really still lives here, it''s better for me not to show up at such a reunion. Go check it out, and call me if there''s any news." "Alright." I nodded.


    Once in the elevator, I pressed the familiar floor number. Watching the floor numbers light up one by one, I felt unusually nervous.


    Just like Jane said, what would happen if I see him?


    What should I say, and what could I say?


    Back then, I thought I was making the right choice by giving up.


    Ding-


    Reaching the floor, I stepped out and stood at the door of the ce he had often leaned against with an almost casual attitude.


    I squeezed my palms and then pressed the doorbell.


    I was prepared for no one to be home.


    But unexpectedly, the door opened quickly, revealing a mature and charming woman.


    With long wavy hair and delicate makeup, she cocked her brows when she saw me. "Who are you?"


    ''L...""


    I was momentarily stunned, then smiled awkwardly. "Sorry, I might have got the wrong door number."


    "It''s alright."


    She was quite easygoing and seemed a bit curious about me.


    It wasn''t until I turned and went back into the elevator that she closed the door.


    Inside the living room, Frank was sitting on the sofa with a nket over his legs. He was handling.


    business on a tablet while casting a gloomy nce at her. "Have you seen enough?"


    "Not quite."


    She went and sat on a sofa and said, "I want to find an opportunity to get to know her better, to see what kind of woman could make you so devoted all these years."Owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    Frank smirked and said coldly, "Stop causing trouble for her."


    "Even now, you''re still defending her?"


    She crossed her long, straight legs and continued, "She betrayed you back then, yet for the past two years that you''ve been ''dead," it hasn''t stopped her from being Mrs. Frost. Even when Megan called her, it was Ryan who answered."


    "na, shut your mouth if you have nothing else to say


    "Did I say something wrong?"


    Frank nced at her. "Whether it''s right or wrong doesn''t matter. It makes my heart ache, and I don''t want


    to hear it."


    "So, what are you nning to do now? Just continue being ''dead"?" she asked.