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Regret Novel 193

Julian’s head was pounding from all the yelling–he was seriously tempted to toss Genevieve right out the door.

Maybe she was worried about disturbing Mrs. Rayburn, because Wesley finally emerged from the room and closed the door behind him. “Are you done yelling?” he asked, voice flat.

Genevieve bit her lower lip, looking wounded. “You promised my mom you’d come

for dinner!”

“I did promise,” Wesley replied with a dry chuckle. “But I never said I’d definitely show up, did I?”

She froze. “Are you–are you just playing us?”

“You tried to manipulate me first. I’m just returning the favor,” Wesley said, and in that moment, there was nothing gentlemanly about him. His eyes were cold and calculating, utterly devoid of warmth.

He was anything but the mild–mannered man he pretended to be.

Genevieve stepped closer, grabbing his arm. “No, that was my mom, not me! And nothing even happened between us, right? Wesley, I just want you to marry me,

that’s all.”

Wesley motioned for Julian to leave. Once the butler had gone, Wesley pulled his arm free. “You know, you called Charlotte desperate the other day. But look at yourself right now–throwing your dignity away, begging a man to marry you.”

nothing like Charlotte. “Charlotte knew my brother was in love with someone else, and she still married him! That’s

do you know I’m not in love with someone else?” Wesley cut

I checked your background–there’s no

you found is just what I want people to see. How much of it do you think is real, and how much is

died in her throat. She stood there,

a long silence, she finally found the

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do,” Wesley

kind of love

filled with tears.

you in every way,” he replied, not a trace of softness in his

was devastated, her composure unraveling. “Wesley, she’s already married to my brother! You don’t

gaze devoid of any pity. “Even if the Rayburn family wanted an alliance, they wouldn’t choose a woman who doesn’t

called for someone to escort Genevieve out, not sparing

fighting back tears–her pride wouldn’t allow her to cry in front of the

Charlotte.

estate, giving her a pile of baby supplies and letting her pick out whatever clothes she

Charlotte at every turn now spoke in gentle tones, acting as if she genuinely wanted to groom Charlotte as the next