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.

to have Mr. Pembroke? Now she wanted to steal Evander as well? She deserved to

wicked idea flashed through her mind. A plan began to

keyed in the code and stepped inside the house. As she crossed the threshold, she looked up and saw a

dark grey shirt, top buttons undone, cuffs rolled

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watch gleaming on

as if he’d been waiting for

Charlotte blinked in surprise.

home more often lately–at all

expression shadowed. “You finally

to mean, Mr. Howard?” She let out a dry laugh, with a trace of self–mockery.

“I have been waiting for

staring at him in

just said he’d

Was that possible?

drummed his fingers on the counter, his eyes dark as ink. “Did

How did he know…?

snapped back–so that’s

He was worried about scandal,

I spend time with is none of your business, Mr. Howard.” Charlotte brushed past him, her eyes

She stumbled backward, caught

hot at her

let out a breathless laugh. “There’s nothing between Jonathan and