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.”

the covers, ready to get up, but Evander’s arm shot out, pulling her back

she toppled, and he was dragged down with her, landing above

apart. His breath enveloped her, tangling around

senses.

licked her

look in his eyes darkened; his fingertips

nurse making her rounds glanced

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scene unfolding inside the

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

who’d just visited Dr.

Was Mr. Howard!

Oh my God!

sent it to her best friend over in

Meanwhile, inside the room-

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

still tingled with the memory of her warmth. For a

“I’ll take the cot.”

was back to his usual cool demeanor, climbing off the

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

Evander meant by all

wanted to

hadn’t pushed him

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