Ex-husband’s Regret

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I chuckled and reached out to pat his arm, "If I said I liked..."

"You'd better not say the next word." Frank's lips clearly pressed down.

I fell onto the bed laughing.

Frank came around, not giving me a chance to react, and captured my laughter with a kiss.

He kissed fiercely, and when I tried to break free, I couldn't push him away at all.

The sound of the kiss filled my ears, and I felt utterly embarrassed.

Our daughter was still right there!

"Fra... Frank..."

My broken voice spilled out, but it didn't stop him, if anything, it egged him on further.

"Sparrow is here!" I yelled in a panic just as the doorbell rang.

"Hello, Mr. Smith, your meal has arrived."

Frank looked down, and I followed his gaze.

I got up to tidy my clothes and went to the bathroom to fix my hair in the mirror.

"Hello, Mrs. Smith."

The waiter greeted me with professionalism.

After setting down the meal and saying, "Enjoy your meal," he left.

I breathed a sigh of relief and went to the bedroom to call Frank for dinner.

But Frank wasn't there, and the baby was already placed in the crib.

However, I could hear water running from the bathroom.

I could guess what he was doing.

I took the baby to the dining room.

After feeding her, I waited for her to fall asleep before Frank finally emerged from the bathroom.

He was wrapped in a towel, his skin still glistening with droplets, which trickled down his defined abs, disappearing at the edge of the towel.

As he casually dried his hair and walked over, the line of his muscles was subtly visible.

found it hard not to suspect he was doing this on purpose.

I diverted my gaze and focused on my food.

Frank tossed the towel he was using to dry his hair over the back of the sofa, hooked a chair with his foot,

and sat down next to me.

He was so close that I could feel the heat and moisture radiating from him.

"Honey, I want some steak."

His firm chest pressed against my arm.

With each breath, I felt my arm warming up from his touch, becoming slightly damp.

The heat was almost burning me.

I held it together and calmly served him some steak. "Go ahead and eat."

Frank tilted his head and teased, "Have you lost your interest in me? Do you prefer Michael now"

This topic wasn't going away, was it?

I turned to glare at him. "Are you sure you want to bring this up?"

Frank huffed heavily, and when he bit into the steak, it was as if he were biting my neck.

I deliberately provoked him. "You clearly don't want to hear it, yet you insist on asking. If I slip up, will you be furious?"

Frank shot me a cold look. "What, do you want to be a widow already? Want to go find someone as young as Michael?" He wasn't done yet.

I set down my cutlery and crossed my arms, watching him.

Frank raised his hands in surrender.

Only then did I say. "That's not the case at all, Mr. Smith. But don't get carried away."Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Frank pulled me close and nuzzled into my neck.

He rubbed my neck damp with his wet hair.

He spoke in a husky voice, "Honey, are you full?"

Before I could respond, he

Sued, "I'm still hungry...

I immediately stuffed a piece of beef into his mouth, pretending I didn't understand his hint.

"How can you be full if you don't eat?"

Frank just stared at me, speechless.

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