Regret Novel 25

A tall man leaned casually against the hood of his car, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Pale smoke curled around his face, blurring his features, but his deep–set eyes swept over the men’s coat draped around her shoulders, unreadable and cold.

Jonathan glanced at Charlotte, then turned his attention to Evander. “Waiting for someone, Mr. Howard?”

Waiting for someone…

Tricia had already left the hospital. Who could he possibly be waiting for? Could it be… her?

The idea flashed through Charlotte’s mind, and she almost wanted to laugh at how absurd it sounded.

Evander exhaled a thin stream of smoke, flicked the cigarette to the ground, and crushed it under his shoe. His gaze, sharp as ice, landed on Jonathan. “Is it your hobby, Mr. Pembroke, to meddle in other people’s business?”

Meddle in other people’s business…

The words struck Charlotte in the chest, knocking the color from her lips.

So all along–Tricia scheming against her tonight–had it been his idea?

Her blood ran cold at the thought, a chill creeping into her hands and feet. Jonathan noticed the change in Charlotte’s expression. Narrowing his eyes, he looked back at Evander. “Funny, I always thought helping a lady in trouble was called being a gentleman, not meddling.”

Evander’s brow tightened.

Jonathan was about to say more, but Charlotte suddenly tugged his

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sleeve, her voice barely above a whisper. “Jonathan, could you take me home, please?”

She was shaking.

glanced at Evander, then nodded

word.

voice cut

“Charlotte.”

She froze.

name in front of others. He’d always been careful to

was

didn’t turn around, just

you hear me calling you?” His voice dropped, heavy

hand, still bandaged from her earlier injury, twisted as

she turned, her voice numb. “Is

“Come here.”

hesitated, confusion flickering in

me

patience was

her lips together and drew a shaky breath before turning to Jonathan. “I’m sorry,

on his lips. Leaning in so only

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message me, okay?”

She nodded.

drive away, then forced herself to walk toward Evander, every

could you?” His gaze zeroed in on the bruise at the corner of her mouth, his tone turning

gave a bitter, broken laugh, her eyes rimmed red. “What happened?

obvious, and Evander’s eyes flashed with

on her–another man’s–seemed to burn holes in his

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