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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.”

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

love with

her head in denial. “Impossible! I checked your background–there’s no other woman

want people to

voice died in her throat. She stood

found the courage to ask,

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do,” Wesley answered without

it wasn’t the kind

eyes filled with tears.

he replied, not a trace of softness in his

already married to my brother! You

didn’t bother to explain. He just offered a cool, dismissive smile, his gaze devoid of any pity. “Even if the Rayburn family wanted an alliance, they wouldn’t choose a woman who doesn’t know how to respect others. Miss Howard, learn how to be

Genevieve out, not sparing her

tears–her pride wouldn’t allow her to cry

Charlotte. How could she possibly accept

of baby supplies and letting her pick out whatever clothes she liked, even ordering Linette to have a guest room converted into

gentle tones, acting as if she genuinely wanted to groom Charlotte as the next