Cold husband burning regret

Chapter 309

The next day, Charlotte and Vera headed out together, only to bump into Judd as they stepped into the lobby.

“Good morning, Dr. Carstairs,” Vera greeted him politely.

Judd nodded in return.

Just then, his gaze slid past them and landed on Evander, who was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed. “Morning, Mr. Carstairs,” Evander said with a hint of a smile.

Judd’s expression cooled instantly; the tension was obvious.

Charlotte walked toward the elevator, oblivious to the silent standoff unfolding behind her. Only Vera glanced back, unable to resist a peek at

the drama.

What was the term for a scene like this? A showdown?

Once the elevator doors slid shut, Judd finally broke the silence. “No need to be so provocative every time we run into each other, Mr. Howard.”

Evander smoothed his jacket in a show of carelessness. “Was I? I hadn’t

noticed.”

Judd chuckled, a note of sarcasm in his voice. “Isn’t it obvious? You bought Gardenia Apartments, then moved in next door. What’s next, cameras in the hallway?”

Evander’s eyes narrowed slightly as he toyed with the ring on his finger. “You do realize Charlotte and I aren’t divorced yet, right? You seem awfully eager for someone who claims to be above it all.”

Judd shot back, voice cool. “And you’re an expert on scheming, are you? Tell me, when Charlotte was so wary of Tricia back then, did you ever

make her feel

fleeting moment, Evander’s gaze

difference is, I still have some

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a line before she’s actually divorced. Unlike

that, Judd strode toward the elevator and

overhead cast a pale, unwelcoming glow on Evander’s face, sharpening the chill in his expression and

corridor feel even colder.

a downtown pawnshop, turning over the

coin from her bracelet.

owner picked up the coin and, the moment he felt its weight, his eyes went wide. He fetched a magnifying glass and

belonged to the

told his assistant to contact the

the shop attendants brought Loretta a glass of water and asked her to wait a little

while, the owner emerged, grinning. “Young lady, is this coin

it is. So, what’s

on his face. “Honestly, I can’t put a price on this coin. But if you leave your name and number, someone from the auction

“It’s just an old coin. Isn’t

coin? This was a genuine antique from the Middle Ages–practically

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blunt. “If you’re hoping for a big payout, our shop is too small for something like this. But

better offer.”

widened. Could that worn little

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