Cold husband burning regret

Chapter 360

Chapter 360

Judd dressed without hurry, emerging from the room as if the earlier incident hadn’t fazed him at all. “You needed to see me?”

“There’s a welcome party for the Rayburn family tomorrow night. Are you planning to come?”

He paused, a hint of a smile flickering at the corners of his mouth. “Do you want me to?”

She shrugged. “That’s up to you, isn’t it? You happen to be in The Capital and it’d be rude not to invite you.”

His smile faded just a little, eyes intent. “There’ll be a lot of people there, I suppose. Aren’t you worried the Howards will gossip if I show up?”

Charlotte laughed. “Honestly, Genevieve’s probably the only Howard

who’ll bother to come. The others wouldn’t dare. And Genevieve’s been

talking about me behind my back for years. If I don’t care, why should you?”

“Alright.” He looked down at her, his voice low. “I’ll be there.”

Night fell quickly.

Loretta slipped out the front door, glancing around as if she didn’t want to be seen. Not long after, she returned, clutching a small box wrapped in a mesh bag.

garden, scanning the shadows, making sure no one

rock garden, Julian stepped out, silently watching her disappear into the

headed up to Wesley’s

through a book, but at the mention

“It was wrapped in

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something alive inside.”

the book shut. “Go check the security feeds outside. See where she came from.

nodded and

next day, the welcome party was held in the villa’s garden. During the day, Sean had spared

lavish buffet–wine flowed, the tables groaned

could see Sean was sparing nothing for the daughter he’d lost

an array of socialites and old friends–mostly wealthy

garden in a pale pink gown, the full skirt billowing like a blossom. She wore lace gloves and clutched a pearl–studded handbag, her whole look polished and

turned admiringly toward her, but Genevieve barely registered the compliments.

had been

evening dress, seemed to personify effortless beauty. The gown accentuated every curve: slim waist, graceful lines, not a single detail out of

is that?” someone whispered. “She’s