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.

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

Carstair let out a hearty laugh. “You’ve grown cheeky over the

conversation, Winston excused

and Old Mr. Carstair strolled along the winding path through the endless tea gardens. “Professor,

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project, but… do I really have to attend

knowing look. “Worried you’ll run into someone

well aware of her history

ago, when she’d planned to marry Evander, he’d been against it. If not for that marriage, Charlotte would have already

her

don’t blame you. We all make foolish choices when we’re young. So you trusted the wrong person once–so what? You’re

fellow from the Howard family–just think of him as nothing more

but laugh at the way he flicked his palm

horizon and the world melted

Music and laughter filled the grand hall, the

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