Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 87

“Where did he go?”

“He left–said something urgent came up.” The nurse paused, remembering something. “Oh, right. He paid your bill, too. Kind young man, that one.

Charlotte lowered her eyes, still clueless about the stranger who had brought her to the hospital. She doubted she’d ever get the chance to repay his kindness.

Evander returned to Tranquility Manor that afternoon. When he pushed open the bedroom door, the room was empty.

Only then did it hit him–Charlotte still wasn’t back.

He grabbed his phone and dialed her number.

Turned off.

A sudden realization struck him: it was nearly impossible to catch a cab out in that remote suburb. A knot formed in his stomach. He snatched his coat and hurried

out the door.

As he reached the front yard, a solitary figure came into view–a slim woman, her silhouette softened by the setting sun. The golden light brought a flush of color back to her pale cheeks, making her look heartbreakingly beautiful.

The tension in Evander’s posture melted. He strode over and took her wrist, pulling her forward so abruptly she nearly stumbled into his arms.

“Why is your phone off?” His voice was sharp.

caught off guard by the interrogation. She answered quietly, her face

run out

slipped her some change so

over a mile from Tranquility Manor. For the st time

her shoes had rubbed them. raw, and her toes ached with

her calm expression, and something inside

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could have called me, you

in her eyes. “And what would that have done? Would you have left Tricia behind to come pick

sent someone

small, humorless smile. “Thank you for the offer.” She pulled her hand free and

eyes drawn to the way she limped

the elevator, he caught up,

struggling. “Evander, what are you doing? Put me

his tone brooking

at

her to trek miles through

Evander finally set her down in the living room. “I’ll get the first

voice stopped him. She looked straight at his back. “Then maybe you could show me