Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 72

Evander stood still for a moment, then gently took Tricia by the shoulders and eased her away from his embrace. “You’re hurt. You should be resting.”

Tricia stiffened, her gaze dropping as she bit her lip. “I’m just worried about Hans…”

“Uncle…” Hans had woken up, his eyes wide and anxious, haunted by his

nightmares.

Evander moved to the bedside and took the boy’s hand, his voice gentle and reassuring. “Don’t be afraid. I’m right here.”

“Uncle, will you stay with me today?”

Hans looked up at him, hope shining in his eyes. Evander hesitated, then nodded. “I’ll stay with you.”

Hans clung tightly to his uncle’s hand. As long as Evander was there, the

nightmares wouldn’t come, and he wouldn’t have to worry about his mother’s temper.

Tricia, on the other hand, hardly spared a glance for Hans. Hearing that Evander would be staying, she felt a surge of satisfaction–her goal was accomplished.

Back at the Sterling family home, the food was growing cold, and there was still no sign of Evander.

“Didn’t you say the Howard family’s son–in–law would be joining us? So where is he?” Abigail, exasperated, could no longer hide her impatience.

The rest of the family looked equally displeased.

face had completely darkened. He slammed his fork down and glared at Charlotte. “Didn’t you promise us

say that about

snapped, his temper flaring.

the words caught in

refused. There was no need

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you have gotten a straight answer?” Xavier’s patience finally snapped. He slammed his palm on the table, sending a wine glass toppling over, its contents spilling onto

shot to his feet, slapping his own hand on the table in defiance. “Enough, Dad! It’s my birthday, not yours. I never even asked

anyway? You all wanted Evander

out to calm

back into his chair, seething. If not for his sister, he would have flipped

anger

to embarrass yourself in front of the children. Besides, if our family’s son–in–law really was from the Howards, don’t you

the Howards as a son–in–law, they’d have climbed the social ladder ages ago–instead of still relying

Evander–it’s just that…it hasn’t been made public,” Rachel,

are on another level entirely. If the marriage is

was true–the

lying, it was

there pretending to be wealthy just to trick women into marriage. You all better keep your eyes open, or

family,” their aunt added,

chimed in, piling on, “Jensen, at your age, you still can’t see through people? Why can’t you be more like

could barely breathe for all the pent–up anger. He’d lost his appetite

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