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Regret Novel 122

Evander remained unmoved. Even after Charlotte uttered, “We’re not that close,” he simply took another unhurried sip of his wine, his expression untouched by drama.

Around them, the other guests at the gala were busy speculating about the nature. of their relationship, but their whispered theories led nowhere.

Just as Charlotte was about to slip away, Jonathan set his glass down and stepped out from the crowd. “Charlotte, you really are a bit careless. But don’t worry–if Mr. Howard doesn’t mind, I’ll cover the cost of your dress.”

Charlotte looked at him in surprise.

Evander dabbed at a spot on his jacket, a breezy smile playing at his lips. “Oh? Mr. Pembroke, are you really doing this for her?”

Jonathan’s tone was easy, unhurried. “Why do you say that, Mr. Howard? Charlotte and I go way back–it’s only natural for me to help out an old friend, isn’t it?”

He gave his wine a gentle swirl. “And what if I don’t feel like accepting your offer?”

Jonathan poured himself another drink, as if the conversation were nothing but idle banter. “You seem awfully determined, Mr. Howard. Could it be you’ve taken a liking to Charlotte yourself?”

Charlotte watched the exchange in silence.

Evander let out a quiet laugh, hard to tell if he was amused or mocking. “Is that supposed to be a joke?”

Charlotte’s expression faltered for a split second before she looked away, her face unreadable.

Jonathan feigned sudden understanding. “Ah, so it’s not like that. Makes sense, considering the rumors. I heard Mr. Howard’s mysterious girlfriend is the chief of medicine at Metropolitan General. Everyone’s just waiting to see when the news will go public.”

a girlfriend? Is

gossip–his ex came back from abroad, probably

been loyal,

around them, every word about how devoted Evander was to

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she could block it

His gaze lingered on Charlotte for an extra beat before he set his glass down with a hint of meaning. “If there’s good news, I’ll be sure to

guests congratulated him in

slipped away from the crowd. Wesley noticed and followed, catching up

soft smile. “I’m fine. I’m just not great with big

plate of dessert, completely ignoring Wesley’s presence. “Got this for you

not a little kid, you

“To me, you

the treat out to

a moment, then couldn’t help but laugh as she took

“Thanks.”

if his precious garden

“As long as Charlotte’s

rely on sweet talk

back, “I’d say the brooding, aloof

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“Mr. Rayburn,