Cold husband burning regret

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.”

laughed out loud. She threw back the covers, ready to get up, but Evander’s arm shot out, pulling her

at his shirt as she toppled, and he was dragged down with

apart. His breath enveloped her, tangling

senses.

licked

look in his eyes darkened; his fingertips traced lightly over

rounds glanced in and caught

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unfolding

stop them–after all, this was a public hospital room–but

the man who’d just visited

Was Mr. Howard!

Oh my God!

it to her best friend over in neurology, before hurrying back to

Meanwhile, inside the room-

shoving Evander away, her face white as a sheet. “I… I’m a patient.

thumb still tingled with the memory of her warmth. For a

“I’ll take the cot.”

to his usual cool demeanor, climbing

She could hear the frantic pounding of

meant by all that

wanted to

she hadn’t pushed