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.

way he’d acted

Evander made no

Charlotte and Evander came downstairs

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was still in her room, and Miranda had already gone

your father wants to see you in

over to Charlotte, who was quietly eating

murmured an indifferent

slightly at her calm, detached manner, but

***

at the estate with Tricia

gazed up at the sprawling, manor–like house, heart pounding

noticed her unease and, mistaking it for simple anxiety, patted her own chest in reassurance. “Tricia, don’t worry.

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

to run into Tricia here at the

as stubborn

well how much Grandma despised

along anyway.

Charlotte thought, I’m about to

doing here?” Genevieve

did this bitch come

her sides, curled into fists. A wave

chest.

Charlotte’s connection to the Howard family? Why would

her to Howard Manor?

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