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.

in prison was connected to Mrs. Fontaine. But Charlotte’s real concern was always the person pulling the

left Charlotte pale. “Were you involved

voice rose, desperate. “Charlotte, I can

from him, crossing her arms in front of her in a halting gesture. “Enough. That’s enough. I don’t know who’s lying and who’s telling the truth anymore. I don’t know how much longer you both plan to keep playing games with me. So right

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

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at Evander, a bitter laugh

the face 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 was connected to me. You approached her deliberately–did it never occur to you

bristled. “I didn’t approach

what you’re doing,” Evander interrupted coolly.

by the collar. “And what about your precious Howard family? Saints, are you? If your grandfather hadn’t abandoned my grandmother, she wouldn’t have been shamed for

with my grandfather,

and strode toward the front

Evander picked up his phone. “Keep an eye on Charlotte,” he ordered quietly.

back at the Sterling house. The place was empty and silent; it hit her, suddenly, that this family really had

be so

Just eight more days, and the three