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.”

to get up, but Evander’s

grabbed at his shirt as she toppled, and he was dragged

were mere inches apart. His breath enveloped her,

senses.

nervously licked her dry

in his eyes darkened; his fingertips traced lightly

a nurse making her rounds glanced in

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scene unfolding inside the

them–after all, this was a public hospital room–but she suddenly remembered: this

the man who’d just visited Dr.

Was Mr. Howard!

Oh my God!

sent it to her best friend over in neurology, before hurrying back to the nurses‘ station

Meanwhile, inside the room-

Evander away, her

still tingled with the memory of her warmth.

“I’ll take the cot.”

was back to his usual cool

quickly lay down, turning her back to him. She could hear the frantic pounding of her

had Evander meant by all

he wanted to

pushed him away–would he

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