Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 224

Old Mr. Carstair sat in the gazebo with an old friend, locked in a game of chess. He wore a loose, silk robe–fine, pale fabric draping elegantly over his frame. His mostly silver hair was combed back with meticulous care, and his fingers toyed absently with a string of polished prayer beads.

Mr. Lockwood stepped into the gazebo.

Old Mr. Carstair glanced up, his gaze settling on Charlotte just behind. His smile was warm and genuine. “Lottie, you’re here.”

She smiled and dipped her head. “Good afternoon, Professor.”

The middle–aged man playing against Old Mr. Carstair slowly turned. “Dr. Sterling. We meet again.”

“Mr. Rivers?”

“That’s right.” Winston Rivers nodded, then looked to Old Mr. Carstair. “I had no idea your student was Dr. Sterling. No wonder she’s such a talented surgeon at her age…”

“She’s exceptionally gifted–my one and only protégé.” Old Mr. Carstair abandoned his piece, switching from offense to defense. “Well? Now you’ve met her. I hope she didn’t let you down?”

Winston smiled. “Fate has a curious way of arranging things.”

“Lottie, Deputy Commissioner Rivers didn’t give you any trouble, I hope?” Old Mr. Carstair raised an eyebrow. Despite his age, there was a playful spark in his eyes–a mischievousness that never seemed to fade.

Winston looked a little sheepish.

“Of course not. I’m your student, after all. If I botched the surgery, it’d be your reputation on the line. Then how could I ever boast about having you as my

laugh. “You’ve grown cheeky over the years, haven’t

an hour of pleasant conversation, Winston excused himself for another

along the winding path through the endless tea

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Chapter 224

I really have to attend the

gave her a knowing look. “Worried you’ll run into

was well aware of her history

he’d been against it. If not for that marriage, Charlotte would have already taken

lowered her

don’t blame you. We all make foolish choices when we’re young. So you trusted the

for that fellow from the Howard family–just think of him as nothing more than a

way he flicked

last strand of gold slipped beneath the horizon and the world melted into dusk, the city began

with life. Music and laughter filled the grand hall, the place as lively as a

rented out a private suite on the second floor. He drank alone, the hush