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?”

could answer, a cool voice came from behind

to turn around to know who it was. She kept her eyes on

tonight, Tricia was hardly the one who could truly humiliate her. The person who

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

in front of them, reaching out to seize Charlotte’s arm and pulling her firmly to his side. “I need to speak

about your new

concern you,

it does. She’s Professor Carstairs’s

business is

a shade. “Is

“Absolutely. The professor always said she was extraordinary. Why shouldn’t I look out

hope you’re

smile faded

a reply,

to shake him off, but his grip was ironclad. He didn’t let go until they reached his car, where

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up for your precious first love? Fine! What’s your plan? March me to the police station? Charge me with something, have me locked up, just so you and your shining angel

the divorce over with. That way, Mr. Howard,

ex–wife-”

“Have you said enough?”

back

her face away, refusing to look

her pale, delicate face, his brow furrowed. “Where did you get this idea? Did I ever say I’d

laugh. “So you want me to apologize,

always his