Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 15

Charlotte bit her lip, her expression dimming.

She set her purse down. “I’ll make dinner.”

In the kitchen, Charlotte busied herself. The housekeeper always kept the fridge stocked with groceries, and when she’d had more free time, Charlotte used to cook dinner herself, waiting for Evander to come home. Even if he didn’t make it for dinner, she’d reheat the food later, just for him.

But he never touched it.

He had always told her not to bother.

For six years, she’d tried to do her duty as his wife, and for six years, he’d rejected every attempt.

Now that she’d stopped trying, suddenly he wanted to order her around again?

She didn’t dwell on it. She just wanted to get dinner over with.

She reached for the balsamic vinegar on the top shelf of the cabinet, but her hand couldn’t quite reach. Suddenly, a shadow fell over her, and a strong arm easily retrieved the bottle.

Charlotte could feel the heat radiating from the body behind her–tall, imposing, practically enveloping her.

It wasn’t as if they’d never been close before. She remembered the bathroom, how he’d pinned her against the wall, demanding her with that same searing intensity.

Snapping back to her senses, Charlotte edged away. “Dinner’s not ready yet. Why don’t you wait in the living room?”

Evander’s eyes darkened as he watched her retreat. In one swift movement, he pulled her into his arms.

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She froze.

“What are you running from? You never ran before, when I touched you.” There was a mocking glint in his eyes.

thudded painfully,

anger warred

just another way to put her in her

“It’s not… right.”

“What isn’t right?”

She couldn’t answer.

her shirt, fingers pressing against her skin. She tried to stop him, but he only grew bolder, a low laugh rumbling in his chest. “I don’t think I’ve ever had you in the kitchen

this side of

of him having slept with Tricia made her

away from his mouth as he tried to

“I don’t want

his gaze burning into

“You don’t want to?”

“That’s right. I don’t.”

flickered across his face, but he snorted. “That’s

you.”

Her breath caught.

swept her up in his arms before she could

to the bedroom.

dipped under his weight as he pressed

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to scoot away, but he held

pushing him back. “Didn’t you say you were hungry? Dinner’s

“It can wait.”

like always–no romance, straight

her lip, enduring the strange mix

touched her.

be? A last tenderness