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.

beside her mentor, feigning indignation. “Of course not. I’m your student, after all. If I botched the surgery, it’d

Carstair let out a hearty laugh.

of pleasant conversation, Winston excused himself for

Carstair strolled along the winding path through the endless tea gardens. “Professor, Grandma Rosemary handed

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project, but… do I really have to attend the

a knowing look. “Worried you’ll run into someone you’d

Carstair was well aware of her history with

it. If not for that

her eyes,

foolish choices when we’re young. So you trusted the wrong person once–so what? You’re still young.

fellow from the Howard family–just think of him as nothing more than a bad smell.

the way he flicked his palm

slipped beneath the horizon and the world melted into dusk,

Music and laughter filled the grand hall, the place as lively

private suite on the second floor. He drank alone, the hush upstairs a stark contrast to