Ex-husband’s Regret

No one answered Charlie.

Zachary had already stumbled out of the private room.

Frank followed him, to prevent him from causing a scene.

He didn't want to be dragged into it later.

"Roy."

Roy immediately appeared, and Frank pushed Zachary in front of him. "Take him to his place."

"To Jane's house," said Zachary.

Roy only listened to Zachary. "Sorry, Mr. Smith."

Frank couldn't just let him cause trouble, but he also didn't want to spend the night watching over him.

"I know you're not drunk to the point of being unconscious."

Frank knew better than anyone about Zachary's alcohol tolerance.

If he got drunk after just a few drinks, he wouldn't have survived all those times out there.

"Zachary, listen, Jane is Charlotte's best friend. You'd better handle this like a man. If you hurt her, no matter how you beg me, I won't help you at all."

"Wait..." Charlie came out. "Frank, what does Jane have to do with Zachary?"

Frank touched his wedding ring, suppressing his irritation. "His ex."

"His ex?" Charlie was shocked. "When did they date?"

He didn't even know they had been together.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

They had become exs already?

No one answered him again.

Alan arrived, and Frank confirmed that after hearing his earlier words, Zachary got into the car and left.

Zachary sat forlornly on the roadside barrier, lighting a cigarette.

Roy silently stood by his side.

Charlie hesitated, wanting to say something. "Zachary, what's going on between you and Jane?"

Zachary remained silent, his features slightly blurred in the smoke.

But Charlie sensed his sorrow.

The word startled him.

Though he usually called Zachary by his name, but deep down, Zachary had always been his brother, someone he admired. Zachary and Frank seemed similar, both full of schemes and cunning.

But Frank at least showed some of it on his face.

When he made biting jokes, one could catch a glimpse of it.

Zachary was different.

He spoke little but precisely, always looking calm and unflustered.

He understood the suffering of the world but remained unworldly.

Charlie felt he would never see Zachary reach a point of heartbreak or helplessness.

He only thought that Zachary would be upset because he wasn't able to be with his true love.

But he had never seen that kind of sorrow in Zachary.

"You and Jane... Zachary, do you really like her?"

This time, Zachary spoke. "Yeah, I really like her."

Charlie was stunned, even standing up straight unconsciously.

In his impression, Zachary didn't have much connection with Jane.

After such a short time, had he actually fallen in love to this extent?

He couldn't accept it and didn't dare to believe it.

"Frank just said that you... you two have... broken up?"

Zachary crushed the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash. He looked up at the pitch-black sky. "No, we could never break up."

Jane heard the doorbell ring and knew Frank had arrived, bringing Charlotte to the door. She peeked out, and though it was a slight movement, Frank caught it.

"He didn't come. He wanted to, but I stopped him. However, if you want to see him, you can call him. He's probably still by the roadside, not arriving home yet. One call and he'll appear immediately."

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