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.

through the garden, scanning the shadows, making sure no one was watching, before darting back

the rock garden, Julian stepped out, silently

to Wesley’s

a book, but at the mention

was wrapped in mesh, pretty tightly.

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something alive inside.”

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

nodded and left

welcome party was held in the villa’s garden. During the day, Sean had spared no expense,

city hotel laid out a lavish buffet–wine flowed, the tables groaned under gourmet dishes,

sparing nothing for

filled with an array of socialites and old friends–mostly wealthy

gown, the full skirt billowing like a blossom. She wore lace gloves

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

had been drawn away–by

a delicate mint–green evening dress, seemed to personify effortless beauty. The gown accentuated every curve: slim waist, graceful lines, not a single detail

someone whispered.