Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 279

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He was criticizingfor being slow.

cocked my brows and smiled. "I'll consider it a compliment on my punctuality."

As | was about to get into the back seat of the Bentley, he said, "Ms. Wilson, I'm going to have to ask you to

drive."

He pressed down on the car door, nodded towards the driver's seat, and tossed the car keys into my hand.

Then, he comfortably settled into the passenger seat.

I was left with no other choice.

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Chapter 270

| realized why he sentthe Shaw family's residence location, it was part of his plan.

Reluctantly, | walked around the car, sat in the driver's seat, and was about to complain about his lack of

gentlemanly manners when | saw him pull out an eye mask from somewhere. He tilted his head and immediately

fell asleep.

He must have been born a sleep deprived soul.

However, | eased up on the gas and brake, and the car moved at a steady speed until we arrived at the Shaw

family's residence, where it cto a slow stop.

The mansion had a standard western garden, located on the side of a hill, quiet and serene.

The passenger besidewas still sound asleep.

| reached over and tapped his shoulder, "Mr. Smith?" No to

No response.

"Frank? Frank?"

"Just callby my nin the future. It sounds better."

He suddenly removed his eye mask and stared atwith sleep-filled eyes. "When you say 'Mr. Smith," it feels

insincere and even a bit mocking."

I was at a loss for words.

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| couldn't find a reason, but as he said, | seemed more like a free-spirited hedgehog when | was with him.

| abandoned all the cautious and sensitive parts of myself.

But | knew that this version offelt more like my true self.

Frank let out a light scoff. "No rebuttal? Seems my intuition is right."

He then pushed open the car door, stretched his long legs out, and got out.

He was familiar with the Shaw family's residence and ledexpertly to find Madam Shaw.

When Madam Shaw saw me, she stood up abruptly, her vest almost sliding off, "Ms. Wilson, you're here."

"Yes," | responded with a smile. "Madam Shaw, Mr. Smith mentioned that you wanted to see me?"

Madam Shaw paused slightly and then spoke gently, "I wanted to show you the wardrobe, so that you won't

design something that | might not like, | won't waste your time."