Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 76

Charlotte didn’t want to bother him and was about to politely refuse, but Jonathan seemed to see right through her. “Don’t worry about it. We’re headed in the same direction anyway, and honestly, finding a driver during the day is a lot tougher than at night. Why not just let my guy drive your car home for you?”

“As for the cost, just pay the usual rate you’d pay for a driving service. That way, you’re not taking advantage. Sound fair?”

Charlotte hesitated. She already owed him so much.

But something in his tone put her at ease.

She agreed.

Jonathan dropped Charlotte off at Tranquility Manor.

He pulled up outside the main gate. “Is this the place?”

Charlotte nodded and transferred him $40 as payment. Only after she saw the

notification on his phone did she open the door and step out.

Jonathan watched her walk into the gated community, then didn’t linger. He told his driver to go.

Across the street, a white Audi was parked. Inside sat Tricia.

She watched as Charlotte got out of Jonathan’s car and entered the neighborhood,

her fingers clenching tight around the steering wheel, face dark with jealousy.

She’d seen that license plate at the Center for Sleep Medicine–it was Mr. Pembroke’s car.

really was involved with Mr. Pembroke

wanted to steal Evander as well? She deserved

idea flashed through her mind.

stepped inside the house. As she crossed the threshold, she looked up and saw a man leaning against the

dark grey shirt, top buttons undone, cuffs rolled up to his

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gleaming on his

as if he’d been waiting for

Charlotte blinked in surprise.

had been coming home more often

his gaze, expression shadowed. “You finally decided to

mean, Mr. Howard?” She let out a dry laugh, with a trace of self–mockery. “Anyone listening would think you’ve been waiting up for

hesitate. “I have been

staring at him in

just said

Was that possible?

dark as ink. “Did you have fun with

How did he know…?

that’s

was worried about scandal, about her making a

Howard.” Charlotte brushed past him, her eyes no longer holding

flickered, then darkened. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, hard. She stumbled backward, caught off–guard, and in a heartbeat he’d

even think, his body leaned in, his breath hot at her ear. “Didn’t I tell you to stay away from

her chest. She let out a breathless laugh.