Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 81

The chief strode out with a grim expression, waving for the younger officers to enter the house first.

The middle–aged couple exchanged a glance, still clueless about the gravity of the situation. “Director Sinclair, what’s that supposed to mean? You’ve always cut us some slack out of respect for my brother, haven’t you? Besides, you know exactly what’s going on with our son!”

Director Sinclair’s face darkened, his voice cold. “I know, but don’t you, as his parents, know as well?”

“How many times is this now? You just let him wander off without anyone watching him. Every single time something happens, who’s the one bailing your son out?

Me!”

The couple were left speechless, unable to argue back.

Sinclair shook them off and turned his back. “It’s not that I don’t want to help, but this time, he’s picked the wrong people to mess with. If I step in, I might as well clear out my office right now.”

“I don’t care. My son is sick. I’d like to see who exactly he’s not supposed to cross!”

Seeing the woman’s ignorant defiance, Sinclair’s expression turned almost black with exasperation. Poor Commissioner Yates, saddled with such a foolish sister–he’d used up all his good luck just having her in the family.

“That’s the Howard family. If you’re so tough, why don’t you go after them yourself?” The woman froze, as if reality had slapped her hard across the face. She stood there, stunned and silent.

Night had fallen. Charlotte was in that hazy place between dreaming and waking when she suddenly sensed a presence by her bed. She jolted fully awake.

In the half–light streaming from the hallway, she finally made out the man’s face–handsome and shadowed in the dimness.

idly turning his wristwatch. “Why didn’t you

racing from the scare,

υπαμαι Ο

Mr. Howard, you showing up here is

and again,

pause, he leaned forward, looking straight at her. “Do you have

there, we should

stared at her for a

uncomfortable. She pulled the blanket closer. “If there’s

again, turning

figured he’d leave soon–but he

looking, she could feel

up to?

What was he

in the chair stood

let out a soft sigh of

climbed into the hospital bed beside her, slipping an arm around

full thirty seconds before she scrambled out of his grasp and sat up. “Evander, have you

himself up on one elbow, looking annoyingly composed. “Am I not

Sleep?

spend the night