Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte)

Chapter 411

Danny was the first to react, sliding off the sofa with agility and running to open the door, "Un... Thank you, sir!"

The takeaway I ordered had arrived.

I went over to take it, closed the door again, and patted Danny's little head. "Do you miss your uncle?"

"Uh... No." Danny shook his head. "I don't miss him. I just want to be with you. Charlotte, can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Only if your uncle agrees." I took his hand and led him to the dining area, then turned to Jack. "Jack, I ordered from a local restaurant in Jelaston. Come and try it." "Alright." Jack was not picky and would eat anything.

As he moved to sit next to me, Danny climbed onto a chair from behind him, patted his waist, and said cutely, "Sir, can you sit on the other side? I want to sit next to Charlotte."

Jack looked down at him, pinched his cheek, and said, "Okay."

The meal, consisted of five dishes and the atmosphere was quite

relaxed.

Danny was very well-behaved. Given a spoon, he could manage his small plate of food on his own. When he needed help with vegetables, he would call me.

"Charlotte, what about Uncle's dinner?" As we were eating, the little one. suddenly remembered something and looked at me with big, puzzled eyes. "Uncle is so pitiful. He can't cook for himself..."

"He can also order takeaway." I chuckled and tried to guide him. "And since we have a guest at home, we should take care of the guest first,

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right?"

"That's true. Uncle is family!" Danny happily waved his little spoon. "We don't need to worry about him!"

Jack looked startled for a moment, "You and Frank... are together?"

"No." I smiled and explained, "He just lives in the sar building."

Jack nodded thoughtfully and smiled. "So you're very close now. It seems like he's going to make the most of his proximity."

"Jack...

I was about to say something when the doorbell rang again.

Danny, wiggling his bottom, was about to go open the door, but I pressed him back down. "You stay here and eat properly. I will go."

It should be Frank coming to pick up Danny after his meeting.

I got up to open the door and, sure enough, faced a pair of slightly displeased and scrutinizing brown eyes.

Frank leaned on his wheelchair, looking up at me. "Push me inside."

"Can't you do it yourself..."

His wheelchair was electric.

Frank yawned and said nonchalantly, "I've hurt my hands."

"Alright." I walked around behind him and pushed him in. "Danny is still eating. Do you want to join...' "Yes." He spoke with an ambiguous tone, "I'm already hungry. I thought you would call me for dinner." There was a hint of reproach.

As if I were some heartless person who didn't even call him for a meal.

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Chapter 411

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I sighed. "You were the one who said you had a meeting..."

He slightly curved his lips. "So you thought of calling me?"

"That did cross my mind," I answered honestly.

A smile appeared in his eyes, and Danny, sitting at the table with his short legs dangling, said brightly, "Uncle, you fina, came!"

"Yes," Frank responded indifferently, and I noticed Danny quickly jumping down from his chair, struggling to pull it out to make space for him. Danny said cheerfully, "Uncle, sit here so that you're next to Charlotte!"

Jack cocked his brows but didn't say anything.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

Frank took his time serving himself. "This should be the place we went to before, right?"

"Well, the taste doesn't seem to be affected by the delivery."

It was still quite good.

Frank nodded. "It's quite good, suitable for entertaining guests."

Jack pursed his lips. "Mr. Smith, does the Smith family approve of you marrying Charlotte?"

"The Smith family?" Frank smiled with mockery, but his words became cold. "Do you think I have to consider the family's opinions like you?" Jack's expression remained calm. "If you didn't have to consider the family's opinion, your legs wouldn't be in this state now, would they?"

"Jack!" I suddenly stopped him. "His legs aren't as serious as you think. They will get better eventually."

Jack looked somewhat helpless. "Charlotte, if it weren't serious, why would he still be in a wheelchair after two years..."

"Yes." Frank smiled indifferently, showing no intention of rebutting, and said lazily, "But Jack, your legs are fine, and yet she hasn't chosen you. Friends should have boundaries and not interfere too much." Jack clenched his cutlery tighter, turning white at the tips. "Frank, do you know what the biggest difference between you and me is?"

Frank said nothing, just slightly raised his chin, indicating for him to continue.

Jack put down his cutlery, adjusted his shirt cuffs, stood up, and looked at Frank with a cold yet firm expression. "The person who is always by Charlotte's side when she needs the most is me." "Just based on that, don't think about interfering in my relationship with her."

After Jack finished speaking, he turned to me and said gently, "Enjoy your meal. I need to get back to Jelaston. I've got to go now."

"Jack..."

I got up to see him to the elevator.

A large hand grasped my wrist, clearly indicating disapproval.

I looked at Frank and explained softly, "I'm just seeing Jack off. I'll be back soon."

"No, you're not going."

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