Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 115

The next morning, Charlotte stepped out of the living room and saw Lana clearing away last night’s dinner. As Lana scraped food into the trash, she grumbled, “Such a nice meal and no one touched it! This heat, and it all goes to waste!”

Charlotte pressed her lips together.

She had cooked that dinner herself, even messaged Evander to let him know.

But he hadn’t come home.

Clearly, what happened yesterday had really gotten to him.

Lana finished tidying up and glanced up. “You’re up already, ma’am?” She hesitated, then gestured to the leftovers. “About this dinner…”

Charlotte managed a small smile. “I made it for him. Thought he’d come back.”

“Mr. Howard’s probably just tied up at work.” Lana paused, then brightened as an idea struck her. “Why don’t you bring him some breakfast? You always used to make breakfast for him yourself!”

Charlotte agreed.

She quickly put together a simple breakfast, packed it up, and headed to Howard Enterprises.

After yesterday’s events, everyone at reception recognized her. When she arrived, the receptionist greeted her warmly. “Are you here to see Mr. Howard?”

Charlotte set the lunchbox on the counter. “Actually, could you give this to… Natalie, please?”

The receptionist looked surprised, but nodded with a smile. “Of course.”

After Charlotte left, the receptionist handed the box to Natalie. “Miss Sterling dropped this off for you.”

Natalie frowned, puzzled.

Miss Sterling brought her a lunchbox?

Then it clicked. The breakfast wasn’t for her. It had to be for someone else. Was Miss Sterling changing her mind about something?

Natalie brought the box to Evander’s office. He stood by the window, deep in conversation on his phone.

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Natalie knocked.

turned, pocketing his

sent

the box in her hands. His

cooked dinner last night, and

pointless gestures she’d made before, but this time, it felt

now–at least

shuttered. “Just leave

Suddenly, a child’s cheerful

into the room, with

brow furrowed as he watched the boy hop over. “Didn’t you hurt your knee? Why are you

doesn’t hurt anymore! See,

was just a bruise, remember? It’ll heal quickly, and Hans is dying to go to the amusement

Evander’s hand eagerly. “You promised

heart to refuse. He

down Hans’s bag, her eyes landed on the breakfast box.

saw homemade

Who made this?

Was it Charlotte?

tamped down the flicker of malice in her eyes and smiled sweetly at Evander. “Evander, Hans hasn’t had breakfast yet. I noticed there’s some fried rice here, but you never liked ham or those snacky things. Why

knew exactly what he

her eyes out

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but this was a

was playing with Hans on the sofa. He barely looked rice is greasy and not exactly nutritious. Is it really suitable for a

reaching for the box. “Well then, I’ll just throw

“That’s Natalie’s.”

Natalie, “….”

turned to look

up. “Fried