Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 21

“I’ll have Natalie drive you home.”

Evander pulled his arm free from her grasp and strode away without another glance.

As she watched Evander leave her behind, Tricia’s grip tightened on her bracelet. Her eyes flashed with venom.

Damn Charlotte.

How dare she think she can compete with me for a man!

Tricia stepped aside, pulled out her phone, and quickly dialed a number.

Charlotte had just reached the parking lot when she noticed Jonathan following her.

She turned, surprised. “Jonathan?”

He stopped in front of her and shrugged. “I believe in you, Charlotte. You’re not that kind of person.”

She blinked. “Why…why do you trust me?”

“I trust Professor Carstairs’s judgment.” Jonathan crossed his arms, a wry smile on his lips. “The old man never gets it wrong. And neither do I, especially when it comes to spotting fakes.”

Jonathan was notorious for his sharp eye when it came to women. In their social circles, he’d even earned the nickname “ladies‘ confidant.”

He’d seen every type of woman there was. Anyone trying to play games in front of him was just asking for trouble.

Charlotte couldn’t help but laugh. “Thanks, Jonathan.”

“No need to thank me, Charlotte.” He stepped a little closer, lowering his

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voice. “Need any help?”

gaze, puzzled. Before she could answer, a cool voice came from behind them. “Mr. Pembroke, is it my wife who’s

have to turn around to know who it was. She kept her

people who had set her up tonight, Tricia was hardly the one who could truly humiliate her. The person who could make her feel that sting stood right

gave a low chuckle. “Mr. Howard, did you lose your new girlfriend already?

out to seize Charlotte’s arm and pulling her firmly to his side.

This about

doesn’t concern

it does. She’s Professor Carstairs’s

her business is my

just a shade. “Is that so? I’m all

professor always

hope you’re up to the

smile faded

for a reply,

He didn’t let go until they reached his car, where she finally managed to break

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your precious first love? Fine! What’s your plan? March me to the police

with. That way, Mr. Howard, no one can point fingers

ex–wife-”

“Have you said enough?”

back against the car

turned her face away, refusing to look

at her pale, delicate face, his brow furrowed. “Where

a cold, bitter laugh. “So you want me

his way, wasn’t