Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 217

Chapter 217

Evander took a slow sip of his soup, watching her for a reaction. When she

remained unmoved, he asked, “What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?”

She snapped out of her thoughts, closed the container, and shook her head. “No, it’s really good. Thank you.”

He frowned slightly, his voice gentle. “You don’t have to be so polite with me.”

Just then, his phone rang.

It was Tricia’s nanny.

He declined the call, but she immediately phoned again.

He picked up, his tone curt. “What is it?”

“Sir! Miss Winthrop tried to take her own life!”

The nanny’s voice wasn’t loud, but in the quiet living room, Charlotte heard everything.

Tricia attempted suicide? Charlotte found that hard to believe.

Evander fell silent, glancing over at Charlotte.

calm smile. “Go.

her eyes with a complicated look.

suit jacket,

clicked shut behind him, the smile faded from Charlotte’s face. She picked up her phone and texted Lana, telling

Tricia’s apartment, the nanny was a mess–white as a sheet and frantically calling for

and saw Tricia sprawled in the bathtub, one arm dangling over the edge, her wrist bleeding

over, shouting for the nanny

the nanny scrambled to find it. Evander pressed his hand over Tricia’s wound to stem the bleeding,

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save me. I deserve this… Please, look after Hans for

Evander tore a strip of bandage with blood–soaked fingers and

remember… when we were

“kidnapped” hit him like a blow. For a moment, his mind went blank, a jumble of painful memories–both foreign and familiar–flooding in, making his head

his expression

remember when we were kidnapped. Evander, even if I could live that day over again, I wouldn’t regret saving you.” Her voice was faint. “I know I’m not good enough for you

to

her out of the tub, and just

Hospital corridor.

on a bench, his face etched

Miranda rushed in, handbag in

sight of his bloodstained hands. “Why are you covered in blood?

“It’s not mine.”