Regret Novel 189

Winston froze for a moment, holding his wife tightly without saying a word.

Mrs. Rivers sighed, her voice tinged with nostalgia. “Ever since she lost her child and became like that, I haven’t seen Laurinda for over ten years. I have no idea how she’s doing now.”

“Don’t worry about her.” Winston gave a helpless shrug. “Laurinda’s well taken care of with the Rayburn family. Plus, she has her son to look after her. And Sean–he’s genuinely devoted. His wife’s been this way for years, and he still can’t bring himself to leave her!”

Mrs. Rivers glanced sideways at him. “If I ended up like Laurinda, would you be able to divorce me so easily?”

Winston protested, almost offended. “Of course not! I swear, I wouldn’t! I don’t want

a divorce.”

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Charlotte made her way to Dean Chase’s office and relayed Mrs. Rivers’s message.

Dean Chase’s face lit up with genuine happiness for her. “That’s wonderful. District General is a much better place to work than Riverspire–the benefits alone are a huge step up. With Mrs. Rivers’s recommendation, moving to District General will do wonders for your career.”

Charlotte smiled and nodded, grateful for his encouragement.

As she was about to leave, something occurred to her and she paused at the door. “Dean Chase, there’s something I’d like to ask you.”

He took a sip of his tea and looked at her expectantly. “What is it?”

I’m still at

she also meant

agreed without

Charlotte returned to Tranquility Manor. The moment she stepped into the foyer, she saw Evander standing by the floor–to–ceiling windows, dressed in a charcoal–gray

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reflection in the glass, Evander noticed her too. When

not cooking tonight,” he said. “Let’s

was too tired to cook, so she nodded

from Celestia Towers, a luxury service that delivered gourmet cuisine right to their door. The meal came with a bouquet

the atmosphere

by the whole setup, she barely

past three days and haven’t had a chance to be

way of making up for his absence. “It’s

she needed

silent, his gaze lingering on

and focused on her meal. No matter how romantic the table looked, she felt strangely detached, as if none of

to Evander’s mood,

the bedroom.

a syringe and a single dose

slipped into the bathroom. Just to

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