Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 103

Charlotte pulled the covers over herself and lied with a straight face, ‘It’s that time of the month. I haven’t been sleeping well–didn’t want to keep you up

Evander gave a noncommittal grunt. “Aren’t you going to take a shower?”

“…Oh. Right. I’ll go now.”

Grabbing her pajamas, Charlotte steeled herself and slipped into the bathroom.

Even after years of marriage, she still wasn’t used to changing clothes in front of Evander. Just sharing a roof–let alone a bathroom–always left her feeling exposed.

She dawdled in the shower, hoping Evander would be asleep by the time she returned. But when she came out, he was still awake, lounging against the headboard, cigarette in hand, looking every bit the picture of casual indifference.

Clutching her robe tightly around her, Charlotte headed for the makeshift bed on the floor. She was just about to lie down when Evander stubbed out his cigarette and spoke. “Come sleep up here.”

She reflexively tightened her grip on the robe. “No, it’s fine. I’m comfortable down

here.”

Without warning, he got up and scooped her into his arms.

Panic flickered across her face. “Evander, I told you I’m not feeling well…*

He set her down on the bed but didn’t move away. Noticing how tense she was, his eyes darkened. “What exactly do you think I’m going to do to you?”

Charlotte pressed her lips together, refusing to answer.

He sighed and rolled over, turning his back to her. “I just don’t want the housekeeper telling Grandma tomorrow that we slept in separate rooms.”

Charlotte said nothing.

knew if he was telling the truth? And what about the way he’d acted at

no move

next morning, Charlotte and Evander came downstairs

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Chapter 103

and Miranda had already

Evander. “Mr. Howard, your father wants to see you in his study after you

gaze drifted over to Charlotte, who was quietly eating her breakfast.

murmured an

calm, detached

***

at the

the sprawling, manor–like house, heart

anxiety, patted her own chest in reassurance. “Tricia, don’t worry. I’m here for you. I’ll clear things up with Grandma, I

smile, about to reply, when suddenly she spotted a familiar woman walking toward them.

Tricia

stubborn as

full well how much Grandma despised

along anyway.

to divorce Evander. It’s

What are you doing here?” Genevieve stopped short, caught

this

her sides, curled into fists. A wave of panic rose in

chest.

connection to the Howard family? Why would

her to Howard Manor?