Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 199

Jonathan was completely caught off guard by the blow, sent sprawling by Evander’s

force.

That was when Charlotte snapped out of her shock and stepped between them, blocking Evander’s path. “What the hell are you doing? Why are you hitting him?”

Evander yanked his tie loose, his shirt now missing a button from the scuffle, exposing a broad, muscular chest that rose and fell with his rapid breaths. “So you actually care about him?” he shot back.

Jonathan, wiping blood from his lip as he sat up, glared at him. “Mr. Howard, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Still playing dumb, Mr. Pembroke?” Evander flexed his wrist, unbothered. “Mrs. Fontaine is with you, isn’t she? You’ve gone to great lengths to keep my people from finding her.”

Charlotte’s gaze snapped to Jonathan, her brow creased. “Is Mrs. Fontaine with you?”

Jonathan faltered, then admitted, “I’ll explain everything to you later-‘

”

“I don’t think explanations are necessary,” Evander cut in coldly. “If you really cared about what happened to Hiram, you would’ve handed her over long ago. Clearly, you never intended to help her at all.”

Charlotte pressed her lips together, her face tense.

connected to Mrs. Fontaine. But Charlotte’s real concern was always the person pulling the strings behind Mrs. Fontaine. Jonathan had figured this out long before, yet instead of exposing Mrs. Fontaine, he’d chosen

pale. “Were you involved

voice rose, desperate. “Charlotte, I

who’s telling the truth anymore. I don’t know how much longer you

turned without another word and ran, the only thought in her mind to get as

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a bitter laugh escaping

of his watch, his expression unreadable. “That’s a question you ought to ask yourself.” He paused beside Jonathan, his tone layered with meaning. “You knew she

“I didn’t approach her for

suddenly now, you’re close? You know as well as anyone what you’re doing,” Evander interrupted coolly. “The Pembrokes have

cracked, and he grabbed Evander by the collar. “And what about your precious Howard family? Saints, are you? If your grandfather hadn’t abandoned my grandmother, she wouldn’t

you have a score to settle with

Jonathan and strode toward the front of the

in, Evander picked up his phone. “Keep an eye on Charlotte,” he ordered quietly. “Don’t

the streets aimlessly until somehow, she found herself back at the Sterling house. The place

could be

more days, and the three of them could