Ex-husband’s Regret

"I was more honest than you about this."

Nina was not angry, her smile seemed glued to her face.

Her tone remained gentle. "Tonight, let them resolve the previous misunderstanding. Tomorrow night, we can just let them have a new misunderstanding."

Outside, the owner of the escape room watched the surveillance footage and said to a nearby employee, These two are really bold. The ghost have been trying to scare them for a while, and they're still calmly chatting together."

The car drove into the underground car park. Before it had even come to a complete stop, Jane was ready to open the door and get out.

Zachary reached out a large hand and pressed down on her, "If you want to talk in the car, I'm here for it."

"You really have issues," Jane replied coldly.

The driver wisely slipped away.

Zachary asked her, "Upstairs or here?"

Jane lifted her leg to kick him. "Neither. I don't want to talk to you. Just breathing the same air as you makes me feel sick."

Especially the faint scent of gardenia from Nina that lingered on him.

Zachary pinned her leg down with his own, his jawline taut. "Fine, I see you prefer it in the car."

Jane struggled but couldn't break free. She had tried all her methods and was still completely subdued.

'Damn it.'

Being strong was nothing special.

She decided to stop struggling, it was a waste of energy. She turned her head away from him.

Zachary didn't force her face to turn back. Instead, in their awkward position, he slowly said, "What happened at the airport before was my fault. I was too harsh, I'm sorry." Jane remained silent.

Zachary continued, "I originally planned to apologize to you before Frank proposed. But when I messaged you to meet at the teahouse, you didn't reply... And you didn't show up."

At that point, his voice seemed a bit aggrieved.

There was also a subtle hint of blaming her.

Jane felt indifferent. "Oh, so you can speak harshly whenever you want and invite me to the teahouse whenever you want. Who do you think you are? And who said that apologizing means you have to be forgiven? If 'sorry' worked, why would we need the police? Even if you poured your heart out today, I wouldn't forgive you. Zachary, listen well. 1, Jane Greenwood, want to have nothing to do with you until we grow old and die... um!"

The last part of the sentence was cut off.

Jane had never felt so stifled, she had once been a great player.

No boys could get the better of her.

But Zachary was an exception.

'Damn him.'

When she teased him, it felt like he had become a monk, completely detached.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

She also felt competitive, wanting to bring him back from his vows.

But he had completely crushed her with merciless words.

That wasn't what angered her the most.

What made her angriest was that he had been flirting with his true love while still teasing her.

He acted hurt, pretended to be sick, and now he was pressing her to talk about apologies.

Was she really that cheap?

"Ugh..."

As Jane responded, Zachary's eyes flickered with surprise, and he deepened the kiss.

However, in a moment of distraction, she bit him hard.

The taste of rust spread in her mouth.

His tongue felt both numb and painful, and his temples throbbed.

He momentarily loosened his grip, and Jane escaped from his hold, opened the car door, and ran away quickly.

He immediately got out to chase her, directly lifting her up and taking her upstairs.

He scanned his face to enter, kicked the door shut behind them, and pinned her onto the sofa.

All the way, Jane had been hitting him, but her hands had become sore, and he didn't budge an inch.

She hated this feeling of being forced.

But before she could curse, he looked down and said quietly, "Frank has the shop, but there are still many ways to ruin its business. You and Charlotte have a good relationship, and you sympathize her coming all this way. You don't want to cause any unpleasantness between her and Frank