Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 211

“But once I’m gone, Tricia will be right by his side. No one will stand in their way anymore. For her sake, he’ll sign the papers. It’s only a matter of time.”

“When you get there, let me know,” her friend said softly.

Charlotte’s eyes curved with a crescent smile. “I will.”

“Going somewhere?”

Evander sat in his wheelchair, arms resting on the chair’s sides, fingers tightly interlaced. A bodyguard pushed him forward at a slow, measured pace.

Charlotte’s smile froze for a heartbeat, panic flickering in her eyes.

Wesley glanced at Evander. “So the rumors are true–Mr. Howard’s recovering in the hospital.”

Evander offered a cool nod. “Appreciate your concern, Mr. Rayburn. You really are living up to the reputation of the Howard family’s future son–in–law.”

Wesley’s smile faded. “I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.”

“Having second thoughts, Mr. Rayburn?”

Wesley’s voice was calm, but his eyes were sharp. “I didn’t refuse you in front of everyone as a gesture of courtesy. After all, if this blows up, it’s the Howard family that will come out looking bad. You wouldn’t really force me to marry your cousin, would you?”

Evander shifted in his chair, propping his head on one hand, his gaze drifting past Wesley to Charlotte, who stood quietly behind him. “I just hope your grandfather doesn’t take it too seriously.”

Wesley’s expression turned cold.

tone brooking no

been at the hospital. But she hadn’t

to see him, hadn’t even

lips together, hesitated, but finally

me back to my room,” he

bodyguard silently

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shot Wesley a brief look before pushing Evander away

his penthouse suite, she wheeled him in and let go of the handles. “If

them in two swift steps, and closed the door behind her, trapping

to see anyone. I

of emotion. “You’ve been running to the hospital

frowned. “Do you really need someone to

back, “How do you know I

her chin, his rough thumb tracing along her lips. “Charlotte, have

now realizing I’ve given up

his eyes, she let out a brittle laugh. “And what did having a conscience ever get me? A broken home? Ruined lives? Tell me,

about the Sterling family? Well, they’re gone

as she hurled her words at him–sharp,

home, no matter how he tried

tightness in his chest. His voice came out low and hoarse. “That’s

Are you blaming me for not being a good enough wife? Because in these six years, I’ve never once let your family