Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 69

“And who’s this?”

Jonathan’s gaze shifted to the young man sitting across from Charlotte. Charlotte smiled. “My brother, Hiram.”

“Ah, Mr. Sterling.” Jonathan reached out to shake his hand. “I’m

Pembroke–Jonathan Pembroke. I’m a friend of your sister’s.”

Hiram shook his hand, looking awkward, a little uncomfortable at being treated so formally for the first time.

“Jonathan Pembroke? Are you eating here too?”

“Yeah, I’m here with a few friends,” Jonathan replied, glancing over his shoulder and waving to a group upstairs.

Up on the second level sat the usual crowd from his social circle–the sons and daughters of wealthy families, without a doubt.

“Weren’t you supposed to treat me to dinner? You still owe me a meal, remember?”

The thought suddenly struck Charlotte, and she laughed. “You’re right. If you hadn’t mentioned it, I probably would’ve forgotten. So, when are you free?”

Jonathan shrugged. “I’m free whenever you are.”

Charlotte nodded. “How about this weekend? I’m off work.”

He smiled faintly. “Sounds good.”

down on his fork. “Sis, do you

coughed. “What

since college. If he’d ever been interested in her, he would’ve made a move long ago. Why wait

I say? My sister’s gorgeous–guys are always trying to get close to you.

mid–bite and looked

looking at him closely, she realized he actually took after their

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a fine fou She, on the other hand, didn’t

Could it be…

thought flashed through Charlotte’s mind, but she

family for as long as she could remember. Something that far–fetched couldn’t possibly

grandmother, or someone from a previous generation. That sort

that, Charlotte brushed off the

Manor until nearly nine–thirty. As she stepped

casual air. One arm rested along the

watch. “You’ve been coming home

Howard cares about my schedule,” Charlotte replied,

“Wait.”

She turned, puzzled.

glass down on the table, his expression unreadable. “What time tomorrow

a moment to