Regret Novel 77

Let go of me.”

Sensing her resistance, Evander pressed his lips into a thin line. He couldn’t stand the way she looked at him–like she was bracing for execution–so he turned her

over.

She found herself pinned against the cold marble countertop, panic flaring in her chest.

“Evander!”

“Be quiet.” His lips seared the nape of her neck, hot and burning.

Her body trembled. The more forceful he became, the more she recoiled, refusing to relent.

Evander grasped her chin, forcing her to face him. “What’s wrong? Jonathan Pembroke can touch you, but I can’t?”

His words cut her to the core.

Smack!

She slapped him with all the strength she could muster.

His handsome face snapped to the side.

The air froze.

tears. Her voice shook as she choked out, “Evander, why is it that you always assume the worst of me? Aren’t you

always have. But you could’ve just ignored me, like you used to!

so desperate for me to step aside, you don’t have to force me–I’ll leave when

She turned away.

reached out to

free, marched to the bedroom, and slammed

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her emotions. She bit

a cigarette, the pale smoke curling around his brooding

second, he’d actually

she started getting

Tricia suddenly transferred to the hospital? Or was it every time Charlotte’s eyes welled up with tears, and that tiny brown birthmark near her lashes

he’d never

back when

he’d chosen. At that point, it could’ve

been no wedding, no celebration. On their wedding night, the moment he saw her, he knew she wasn’t

Not cunning–just… unexpected.

was the only other woman

He hated that feeling.

feel like he was always on the verge

he

her at arm’s length, kept things cold. But no matter how careful

with Tricia–he lost control with Charlotte. It was almost

when the ash from his cigarette

shouldn’t have this effect on

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