Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 168

Rachel invited Jonathan to stay for lunch, and he accepted without hesitation. She headed off to the kitchen to prepare the meal, purposefully leaving the living room to the two of them. Still, she kept half an ear on the conversation drifting in from the other room.

Jonathan took a sip of his tea and noticed Charlotte’s distant expression. With a gentle smile, he said, “Don’t worry. If those women come around again to bother you or your mother, just let me know. I’ll be there.”

Charlotte snapped out of her thoughts. “But I don’t want to trouble you.”

“It’s no trouble at all,” Jonathan replied, setting his teacup down. “Anything that concerns you is never a bother.”

Charlotte shifted a little, feeling uneasy. Was she reading too much into it, or was he almost… confessing something to her?

Jonathan seemed to pick up on her discomfort. He traced the rim of his cup in silence, wondering if he’d startled her.

Just then, Charlotte’s phone vibrated.

She glanced at the screen. It was Evander.

She declined the call. But before she could set the phone aside, the doorbell rang.

Charlotte’s grip tightened around her phone, and her expression changed. Could it

be-

Rachel came out of the kitchen, drying her hands. Jonathan stood up. “Let me get it, Mrs. Sterling.”

He opened the door. There, standing on the porch, was none other than Evander

himself.

Their eyes met, and the air tensed instantly.

curled into a cold, mocking smile. “Mr. Pembroke, you seem

with a polite smile. “Not nearly as much as you,

Howard.”

Charlotte, then shifted to Rachel, whose face

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her apron, forcing herself to be polite. “Not at all, Mr. Howard.

and I aren’t divorced yet. Is it really appropriate to call me

hesitated, about to respond, but Charlotte interjected, “Evander, did you come here

dark eyes flicked over her. “Or are you just worried

“You-”

so willing, Mr. Howard,” Jonathan cut in, his meaning clear, “why not just grant Lottie the divorce?

the words had fully left Jonathan’s lips, Evander grabbed him by the collar, his knuckles turning white with anger. His eyes were

hurried over,

nothing had happened. “Conrad’s pretty badly hurt. Aren’t

shirt. “He brought it on

Evander’s smile was sharp. “Aren’t you at least curious

smiled coolly. “Charlotte

Jonathan was referring to Conrad’s attempt

faded. “Is that all? You know perfectly well how Mrs.

face darkened a

between them. What

a steady breath. “Accusations require evidence, Mr.

their shoulders brushing.

a rare shadow passing over his