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.”

ready to get up, but Evander’s arm shot

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

His

senses.

nervously licked

eyes darkened; his fingertips traced lightly

making her rounds glanced

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unfolding

was to barge in and stop them–after all, this was a public hospital room–but she suddenly remembered: this was Dr. Sterling’s

man who’d just visited Dr.

Was Mr. Howard!

Oh my God!

trembling, the nurse snapped a photo with her phone and sent it to her best friend over in neurology, before hurrying back to the

Meanwhile, inside the room-

instant, shoving Evander away, her

the memory of her warmth. For a fleeting

“I’ll take the cot.”

was back to his usual

back to him. She could hear the frantic pounding of her own pulse,

meant by all

wanted

she hadn’t pushed

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