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?”

voice came from behind them. “Mr. Pembroke, is it my wife who’s caught

turn around to know who it was. She kept her

all the people who had set her up tonight, Tricia was hardly the one who could truly humiliate

did you lose your new girlfriend already? Or is she still waiting for

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

about your new

doesn’t concern

Professor Carstairs’s favorite student. As

her business

just a shade. “Is that so?

his car, lips quirking. “Absolutely. The professor always said she was extraordinary. Why shouldn’t

“I hope you’re

smile faded from Jonathan’s

for a reply, Evander

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

Chapter 21

here to stand up for your precious first love? Fine! What’s your plan? March me to the police station? Charge me with something, have me locked

over with. That way, Mr. Howard, no one can

ex–wife-”

“Have you said enough?”

pushed her back

face away, refusing to look

delicate face, his brow furrowed. “Where did you get this idea? Did I ever say I’d have you arrested or thrown

cold, bitter laugh. “So you want

his way,