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Regret Novel 232

“Judd, do you think there’s any chance I can fix things with her?”

Judd sat on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, flipping through a thick book on ancient medicine. He glanced up at the man across from him, whose question hung in the air, then shrugged. “No idea. You’re asking me?”

Jonathan let out a bitter laugh. “True. You’ve never been interested in this sort of thing.”

He’d known Judd for years and had never once seen him distracted by anything romantic–medicine was the only thing that ever seemed to matter. Coming to Judd for advice about Charlotte probably made no sense at all.

He couldn’t give him an answer.

Judd’s eyes returned to the page. “I don’t recall you ever losing sleep over a

woman.”

“That’s how it used to be,” Jonathan murmured, pressing his lips together. “But… I owe her.”

Judd finally looked up, meeting his gaze with an unusual seriousness. “That’s a

first. Now I’m curious–who is she?”

“Her name’s Charlotte.”

Judd paused for a heartbeat, then seemed to register the name, staring off as if deep in thought.

Outside the door, Charlotte hesitated, hand raised but never knocking.

her, but he’d also stepped in and helped her and her mother when they needed it most. Whatever debts or obligations had existed between them were settled now–there was nothing left to repay. If anything, she’d given as much as

her office, she saw Jonathan leaving.

out, Judd. If you hear anything about

“I’ll let you know.”

leaned against the

nothing more, and walked

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turned his gaze toward the

days later, Evander boarded a private jet with his corporate negotiation team, bound for Riverspire

in his seat, one hand pressed to his temple, reviewing a report on Nebula Tech’s

glanced at her phone and turned

brows drawing together. “He’s there

he’s meeting with someone from

Evander considered this.

been close with the Carstairs. There was nothing

too–helping Charlotte transfer Hiram out of Vandermere Private Hospital. Wesley’s team had covered their tracks so well that even the hospital staff didn’t know where Hiram

absently twisted the wedding band on his finger, its surface glinting

himself almost impatient to see the look on

again.

she felt

Meanwhile-