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.”

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

shirt as she toppled, and he was dragged

were mere inches apart. His breath enveloped her,

senses.

nervously licked her dry

look in his eyes darkened; his fingertips traced lightly over

nurse making her rounds glanced in and caught a

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scene unfolding

was a public hospital room–but she

the man who’d

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

Meanwhile, inside the room-

Evander away, her face white as a sheet. “I… I’m a patient. This isn’t

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

“I’ll take the cot.”

was back to his usual cool demeanor, climbing off

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

by all that

he wanted

pushed him away–would he

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