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.

mocking smile. “Mr. Pembroke, you seem to

smile. “Not nearly as

Howard.”

whose face had grown tense. “It seems my mother–in–law isn’t too pleased to see

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clutched her apron, forcing herself to be polite. “Not at all, Mr. Howard. You’re always welcome

clearly didn’t care for it. “Charlotte and I aren’t divorced yet. Is it really appropriate

to respond, but Charlotte interjected, “Evander, did

I need a reason to visit?” His dark eyes flicked over her. “Or are you just worried I’m interrupting your search for a new

“You-”

meaning clear, “why not just

white with anger. His eyes were

it!” Charlotte hurried

as if nothing had happened. “Conrad’s pretty badly hurt. Aren’t you going to

straightening his shirt. “He brought

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

coolly. “Charlotte already

Jonathan was referring to Conrad’s

know perfectly well how Mrs. Fontaine managed to avoid the

darkened

frowned, looking between them. What did

a steady breath. “Accusations require

Jonathan, their shoulders

said nothing, a rare shadow passing over his