Regret Novel 177

“You two are really crossing a line.” Wesley, assuming Charlotte couldn’t understand foreign languages, shot a pointed look at the siblings. Even with Professor Aldridge’s translator nearby, they’d insisted on holding a conversation in French right in front of Charlotte. Their intentions couldn’t have been clearer.

Seeing Wesley step in to defend her, Evander regarded him with a cold, inscrutable stare–his presence dark and quietly menacing.

Before Evander could say a word, Charlotte gently caught Wesley’s arm, her voice calm and detached. “Let it go. I don’t care what they’re saying.”

She never revealed that she actually understood every word. Nor did she see any point in arguing, especially in front of Professor Aldridge. A lie was a lie. No one could really take her place.

Wesley nodded on the surface, but inwardly, he couldn’t help being bothered.

The party was still in full swing when Ilse emerged from the lounge. She beckoned a server, placed a glass of wine onto his tray, slipped him a tip, and quietly instructed him to bring the drink to Wesley.

Blending back into the flow of guests, Ilse watched Wesley and Charlotte–always together, never straying far from each other. The sight gnawed at her, fueling her anxiety.

She had to make this engagement happen.

Lifting her phone, Ilse sent a quick message to Genevieve.

Genevieve saw her mother’s text just as she was chattering away beside Tricia and Evander. Evander swirled his drink, visibly uninterested, responding to Tricia and Genevieve’s chatter with little more than polite indifference. His gaze wandered, settling on Wesley and Charlotte across the room.

The server approached Wesley, offering the wine. Wesley, deep in conversation, accepted the glass and, in good spirits, took a slow sip.

wasn’t long before Wesley began to feel

alright?” Charlotte noticed the change in his

a hand to his temple. “Bit of a headache.

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Chapter 177

to help you to the lounge and sit down for a

on Wesley’s brow. Gritting his teeth, he

nod. “Yeah. Please.”

could, Genevieve abruptly pushed her aside and quickly took Wesley’s arm. “Mr. Rayburn, you’re not feeling well. Let

to stand, couldn’t protest and let

birthday, when the same strange symptoms had appeared. And Genevieve was being just a little too eager, a

Charlotte tried

her wrist, pulling her back. She stumbled and

you think you’re overstepping? You’re

yanked her arm free. “Didn’t

muscle ticked in Evander’s

All this concern–for Wesley?

stepped up, her eye’s shadowed with jealousy. “Dr. Sterling and

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