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Regret Novel 170

Chapter 170

Charlotte was quiet for half a minute, eyes fixed on him, her tone calm. “What do you want to eat? I’ll make something.”

Evander’s brow creased ever so slightly as he studied her face, betraying none of his feelings. Her obedience seemed practiced, almost mechanical–a performance, not genuine warmth. He didn’t call her out on it. Instead, his arm tightened and he pulled her into his embrace, lifting her effortlessly. “I can think of something else. I’d rather have first.”

Charlotte fell silent.

What followed in the bedroom was a long, breathless blur. Sunlight filtered through the shifting curtains, casting a warm glow in one corner of the room. Evander held her close, and the intensity of his touch threatened to pull her under, to make her forget herself entirely.

Her nails dug into his shoulder, her gaze cold and distant as she stared at the ceiling. She accepted everything he gave her, but inside, she felt nothing.

It was as if her body and soul had been split apart.

She didn’t know how long it lasted. By the end, Charlotte was dazed, drifting in the aftermath. Evander, damp with sweat, wrapped his arms around her from behind. After a long silence, he finally spoke, breaking the stillness. “Just make whatever you used to for lunch.”

Her eyelids fluttered. Her voice came out dry. “I don’t remember what you like.”

After all, she’d never really known him.

She used to pour her heart into making his meals, always trying something different, but every dish had come from Lana’s recommendations, never from Evander himself.

while, his hand gliding over her skin, cool and smooth. “I’m

and dressed before leaving for the kitchen

kept his distance, leaning against the wall and watching her. His mind wandered back–he remembered her bustling around the

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he

“No need.”

“Just leave it there.”

don’t have

his chest feel tight, his brow

his phone

to see Evander, face suddenly guarded, step into the living room with his phone. From the

the window. “What is

shaky, on the

expression darkened. “Didn’t I ask someone to pick him up?

scared of the new place. He struggled and slipped. He’s always been terrified of heights, and nothing I say calms him down–he just keeps

her crying, silent, irritation