Cold husband burning regret

Chapter 82

Regret Novel 82

Charlotte’s memory was abruptly triggered by his words.

That chapter of her life–sealed away for eleven years–unfolded in the early spring of Old Fernhill, during a notorious child abduction case.

Among the six kidnapped children were both her and him.

She had never forgotten.

But he had long since erased her from his mind.

Her grip on the blanket tightened, then released. She turned her head away. “No, haven’t seen him.”

“Are you sure?” The man’s brow knitted even tighter.

“I’m sure.”

No sooner had she spoken than his fingers pressed against her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Really? Not at all?”

She faced him, feigning composure. “Mr. Howard, if I had, wouldn’t you remember

too?”

He froze, momentarily speechless.

“I’d like to get some sleep now.” Charlotte brushed his hand away. “If you want to stay, Mr. Howard, grab yourself a cot.”

Evander simply laid down beside her. “I can’t sleep on those hospital cots.”

almost laughed out loud. She threw back the covers, ready to

grabbed at his shirt as she toppled, and he was dragged down with her, landing above her

apart. His breath enveloped her, tangling

senses.

licked her dry

look in his eyes darkened; his fingertips traced lightly

nurse making her rounds glanced in and caught

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unfolding

barge in and stop them–after all, this was a public

man who’d just

Was Mr. Howard!

Oh my God!

and sent it to her best friend over in neurology,

Meanwhile, inside the room-

snapped out of the haze in an instant, shoving Evander away, her face

her warmth. For a fleeting moment,

“I’ll take the cot.”

back to his usual

lay down, turning her back to him. She could hear

meant by all

he wanted to kiss

pushed him away–would

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