Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 124

After a moment, Charlotte snapped out of her daze. Her voice was hoarse. “I’m out of practice–it’s been too long since I last cooked.”

“That’s not it.”

His reply was quick, almost abrupt. “It’s not that you’ve forgotten how. You just don’t want to anymore.”

Charlotte stared at him, bewildered. In six years together, she’d never seen him like this–so hollow, so defeated.

At least, never in front of her.

She couldn’t tell what state the alcohol had left him in tonight, but he definitely wasn’t drunk to the point of losing his senses.

If anything, he seemed more clear–headed than ever.

She clenched her hands and looked away. “Fine. I’ll make you some hangover soup. But you have to promise me you’ll stay out of Hiram’s business from now on.”

Evander met her gaze. “That’s your only condition?”

“I want your word–and I want you to keep it.”

When she took out her phone to record, he rested his elbow on the counter, a lazy, almost wistful smile flickering in his eyes. “Alright.”

Charlotte headed for the kitchen.

She’d made hangover soup so many times before that she didn’t even have to think about where the ingredients were kept.

her silhouette in the

screen lit up with a message from Tricia. He glanced at it, ignored it,

and untied her apron. “I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight.

“Wait.”

paused, turning back to look

voice softened. “We’re going to visit the old house tomorrow. Get

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rest.”

her lips

and she quietly

and Evander drove back to the

estate.

was waiting for them in the garden. Charlotte followed behind Evander as they made

Grandma, her

Charlotte greeted them as always, nodding respectfully

expression grave. “Lottie, what’s the

glancing at

photo to her mother–in–law, so from the start, she hadn’t been worried about the

it just because she’d sent

a smile. “Dad, I don’t really know the child. I only happened to see

cup of tea, his tone

piece with a sharp click. “As the heir to the Howard family,