Ex-husband’s Regret

But we were obviously going to be divorced.

I wanted to push him but didn't have the strength. I was so desperate that I wanted to cry. "Don t, Ryan, I don t want it!"

"Don't cry... do you really not want it?" His Adam's apple bobbed. His eyes were red, looking deeply at me. I could see that he was trying to restrain himself.

"Yes..."

"Okay."

He closed his eyes, veins popping on his forehead. His breathing was ragged as hell, but he slowly let go of me.

I squeezed my palms lightly. "So, you..."

"Charlotte."

He suddenly opened his eyes, his lust not only did not fade, but it became even worse. He pulled me into his arms, his lips pressed against my ear. "Help me, okay?"

Perhaps it was because my brain was a bit chaotic, I actually felt he was begging me.

My heart skipped a beat. "How, how can I help?"

The words became a promise in the man's consciousness as he leaned down and scooped me up with his hands through the hollows of my knees.

Suddenly suspended in the air, I subconsciously hooked my arms around his neck, forming an extremely humiliating position.

He took two giant steps to the bedroom couch and sat down, while my legs remained wrapped around his waist.

I took a step back because the heat from his body was making me uncomfortable.

His eyes rolled with desire as they looked down and his voice was low. "You've made my pants wet."

I was confused for a moment and followed his line of sight to see a wet patch on his black suit pants...

I was embarrassed, but I saw pleasure in his eyes and was instantly annoyed. "How in the world can I help you?"

Ryan leaned back. He rubbed my wrist with his warm and dry hand.

The next second, I heard the crunch of the belt buckle,

With a jolt, my hand was brought to his private part.

His voice was deep. "Like this."

My jaw dropped as I looked at him. My face was on fire.

We did have sex during the three years of our marriage

We tried many positions, but the methods were all normal.

This was the first time we tried such a method.

The thing in my hand was burning, but I couldn't let go even if I wanted to.

I then asked in a trembling voice, "What will happen if I don't help you?"

He looked at me with downcast eyes. "I don't know."

I was about to say forget it then, when he spoke, "Gary said that I might die."

The next day, I woke up in a daze from the cold. When I felt the warmth beside me, I subconsciously leaned closer.

I was about to fall asleep again when I suddenly came to my senses!

As soon as I opened my eyes, I was again confronted with Ryan's warm gaze.

This time, his gaze was different from the ones I experienced during the past three years.

At that moment, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

After all, I knew how good the man in front of me was at disguising himself.

Ryan asked in a low voice, "Did you sleep well?”

"Yeah," I answered and tried to pull away from him, but the soreness in my arm made me gasp.

It had been too long.

I didn't even know how long I had been helping him.

At first, I couldn't get it to work, just lashing back and forth as hard as I could.

In the end...

The unpleasant images flooded back into my mind and I avoided his gaze. "Why are you in my bed?"

I was tired and sleepy after last night and fell asleep in the gap between him helping me clean up.

He looked serious. "You were the one who didn't let me go after you've fallen asleep."

I wanted to retort, but I couldn't because he was probably telling the truth. I didn't say anything else and went straight out of bed to wash up.

Behind me, Ryan followed, leaning on the edge of the bathroom door "Do you have plans this morning?"

I was puzzled. "Why ask?"

Ryan slowly put on his watch. "I'll go to the hospital with you for a full check-up.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

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