Regrt 242

Chapter 242

My eyelasher futtered lightly as I took a silent deep breath. “It’s different.”

Deciding to divorce doesn’t mean tiranted something bad to happen to him.

Ryen sat on the bed, reaching out his long arm to pull me closer, looking up at me.” How is & differen?”

His intense gaze left me flustered. “It’s different in every way. If anyone got injured today, I would show concern.”

“Anyone?” He casually repeated the question, his tone turning cold and harsh. “If it were Jack in trouble today, would you rush over just as quickly?”

“Yes “I didn’t hesitate to respond, as if to prove something, I added, “Maybe even faster

Jack was a very dear friend to me

When a good friend was hurt, no one would remain indifferent.

The softness in Ryan’s eyes suddenly vanished, replaced by a piercing gaze. “Would you also shamelessly stare at his upper body like you did just now?”

It dawned on me then. He had just finished changing bandages and hadn’t put on his shirt yet. Apart from the gauze on his chest, there was nothing covering him.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, muscles clearly defined. They were all exposed.

Earlier, my mind had been on his injuries, and I hadn’t noticed.

I felt a flush creeping up my face but retorted defiantly, “Yes, is there a problem?”

“Yes, there is.” He stubbornly pulled me closer and said unreasonably, “I won’t allow you to look at other men like that, especially Jack.”

“Why not?*

“Because I am still your husband.” Ryan said each word distinctly, seeing my displeased expression soften, he softened his tone just right. “Help me put on my shirt, okay?”

I didn’t refuse. I picked up the shirt from the hospital bed and said softly, “Listen to the doctor’s advice and take care of yourself

He caught the implication in my words, disappointment flickering in his eyes Are you leaving now

Knowing he meant in e–threatening danger was enough.

A glance was ressig

There was no need to linger together, adding unnecessary complications

I bent down, temporarily removed the gauze hanging around his neck, and felt a sight stiffness at his unusual body temperature

He hade fever

But with doctors and nurses around, it wasn’t my concen

As if I hadn’t noticed, I carefully helped him put on his shirt buttoning it up slowly then straightened up. “Alright, I’ll go now.

He lowered his head slightly, like a child throwing a tantrum, jaw clenched tight in silence.

Exiting the ward, Gary, who was waiting outside, looked surprised. “Are you leaving?”

“Yeah.” I nodded.

Gary glanced into the room and closed the door, tactfully saying, “Mr… Mr. Frost is seriously injured. He was in operation for over two hours. I’m just a guy, clumsy and afraid I can’t take care of him…”

I understood his meaning.

But I pretended not to, restraining myself. “Well, let the nurses take care of him. The nurses in the VIP ward are very attentive.”

Gary remarked, “No nurse can be as caring as his own wife…*

“Gary, you know better than anyone that we are getting divorced. I’m not suitable for these matters anymore,” I spoke helplessly.

Gary blurted out, “But who would get involved in such a troublesome matter for an ex wife?”