Ex-husband’s Regret

I turned to glance back, and Zachary was steadily following behind us.

His expression was calm and composed.

When we reached the spot, I realized his car was parked in this area too.

"Why do you keep looking at him? Aren't you afraid Frank will get jealous?" Jane whispered mischievously in my ear.

I chuckled softly. "He's not the type to get jealous over everyone."

Just as I finished speaking, my phone rang.

As I picked up the call, a sudden crashing sound erupted nearby.

I turned to look, stunned, and even forgot to hold the phone to my ear.

Coming to my senses, I quickly walked towards Zachary's car.

But Jane stopped me. "Don't go over there, it's too dangerous. I'll call the police."

I felt a bit anxious. "We should get the person out first. What if the car explodes?"

"Don't worry." Michael placed the shopping bags into the car, "I'll go take a look. This crash shouldn't cause an explosion, but you and Jane should stay back to avoid getting hurt. And besides, you two can't lift a man's weight." Though that was true, Michael's life was also important, so I still felt uneasy.

At that moment, Frank's anxious voice came through. "Charlotte, what happened? Are you okay?"

I realized I had been on the phone the whole time.

I collected my thoughts and quickly explained, "I'm fine, it's Zachary who crashed into a pillar in the underground car park. The front of the car is pretty damaged, and I don't know how he is."

"Stay where you are," Frank said immediately. "I'll handle it."

As he spoke, he quickly instructed Alan, who was nearby.

It turned out he had received a voice message from Zachary, with a guy calling our names in a flirtatious

manner.

I hadn't expected such a situation to arise after just one call.

Not far away, Michael had opened the driver's door.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Upon seeing the situation inside, he wasn't overly surprised.

His expression wasn't as obedient towards Jane, instead, there was a hint of sarcasm as he said coolly," Mr. Collins, your little act isn't working."

Zachary leaned back in his seat, he knew the situation well enough-it wasn't life-threatening.

However, the pain hadn't subsided, and he had a terrible headache, looking quite unwell.

He looked at Michael with a chilling gaze. "Do you think playing innocent is effective?"

Michael smiled. "Clearly, it's more effective than your little act. Look, Jane isn't even coming over."

Zachary felt a surge of anger, he had been holding it in since that day at the teahouse when he didn't see Jane.

Seeing her act close with this pretty boy only fueled the fire.

He had originally planned to just walk away.

Since she wanted to draw a line, fine, he wouldn't push further after trying once.

But for some reason, he found himself heading over to their side.

Following them down the elevator, he thought about driving away later, wondering when they might meet again.

He felt that he had been out of his mind to resort to such shameful tactics.

It felt like something from Charlie's so-called "108 Ways to Pursue a Girl."

He considered I more like "108 Ways to Be an Idiot."

"She's just playing, why are you taking it seriously?" Zachary scoffed. "Come at me when she agrees to marry you.."

Michael wasn't fazed, he retorted, "How do you know we're not getting married?"

"When the time comes, I'll send you an invitation, and you better show up," he said.

'My ass!' Zachary was definitely not performing well today.

His headache made him feel like his head was about to explode, his eyelids felt like they weighed a ton, and he felt like he was being roasted over a fire. Seeing Michael open the car door and not doing anything else, I felt confused. "What are they doing?"