Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 114

She moved like a marionette, settling on his lap, stripping away his clothes with a shamelessness that wasn’t her own.

Her hands stopped at his belt, fingers resting on the cold metal after the last button gave way. The air conditioning in the room was arctic, the chill seeping through her skin, making her shiver uncontrollably.

He leaned back against the sofa, unmoving. “Why’d you stop?” he asked, voice low.

Charlotte drew a shaky breath.

So be it. Like being bitten by a stray dog, she told herself.

She reached for his belt buckle, but before she could undo it, his hand clamped around her wrist. She lost her balance and toppled forward–her protest muffled as he forced her lips open with a rough, demanding kiss.

“Mmm-”

The deeper he pressed, the more she recoiled inside, unable to cross that invisible line. She started to resist him, pulling away.

Evander pinned her wrists, holding her down, his grip tightening.

Desperate, Charlotte bit him, hard, until she tasted the faint tang of blood. He released her at once, his face darkening, expression shuttered in an instant.

She froze.

Crap…

“I…I’m not ready for this,” she stammered.

His hand gripped her chin, dragging her closer. “Is it really so hard to do what you used to?” he murmured.

Is it hard? How could it not be?

Back then, she’d been naïve–no, foolish. Too blind to see her own limits, overestimating her worth/

yet still thought she could

end, she was nothing but the

one who

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and spilled freely, sliding down her cheeks like pearls

stiffened, as if

always–cool, handsome face and blurted

crease formed between his brows, as though the question were beneath him. “The title

he dodged the question. She’d expected as

out a

but the

as you say, will you stop using

“What do you think?”

enough. Any lingering

disgust for a while longer, as repayment for everything

reached for his clothes

brushed her hands away, his voice

He’d made himself clear.

stood. At the door, she paused, glancing back. “Please, Mr. Howard. Whatever happens, don’t take it out on the

He didn’t reply.

flashed in Evander’s eyes, sharper than any

at the corner of his mouth.

in front of everyone.

me about something like that?” Evander wiped the blood from his lips, leaning against the chair. “Deal with

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