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?”

Before she could answer, a cool voice came from behind them. “Mr.

to know who it was. She kept her

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

lose your new girlfriend already? Or is she

front of them, reaching out to seize Charlotte’s arm

about your

concern

does. She’s Professor

her business

shade. “Is that

professor always said she

hope you’re up

smile faded from Jonathan’s

for a reply,

grip was ironclad. He didn’t let go until they reached his car, where

Chapter 21

plan? March me to the police station? Charge me with something, have me locked up, just so you and your shining

the divorce over with. That way, Mr. Howard, no one can point fingers at you for having a

ex–wife-”

“Have you said enough?”

her back against the car

face away, refusing to

furrowed. “Where did you get this idea? Did

bitter laugh. “So

always his way, wasn’t