Cold husband burning regret

Chapter 379

The moment Evander spoke up, Wesley was left speechless.

Honestly, he had to admit–he was being shameless.

But before Wesley could retort, Evander straightened up, suddenly looking serious. “Just kidding. It wouldn’t do to show up empty–handed to meet your mother, would it? Let’s save this for another day.”

Wesley forced a smile, teeth clenched. “No need to put it off. My mother doesn’t lack for anything. Or are you getting cold feet, Mr. Howard?”

The more evasive Evander acted, the more Wesley wanted to press him.

“If Mr. Rayburn insists I meet her, I suppose I’ll have to comply.”

Charlotte tugged at the corner of her mouth, then looked away. “Wes, Mom’s waiting for us.”

Wesley said nothing more. With Charlotte, he headed down the hall, Evander following at a leisurely pace. The group took the elevator to the twelfth floor, arriving at the VIP private care suite. Julian lingered at the door, turning slightly to watch them step inside.

Mrs. Rayburn had just taken her medication and was now resting against the headboard, her hands still busy sewing a tiny dress for a doll.

Two housekeepers stood by her bedside, keeping her company.

Hearing footsteps outside, one housekeeper went to the door. Seeing Wesley and Charlotte, she smiled and nodded. “Good afternoon, sir, miss. You’re here.”

returned the smile and entered the

the doll–sized dress in his mother’s hands, and smiled. “Mom,

immediately setting aside her needlework, “My

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taking her mother’s hand. “Aren’t you supposed to be resting? Why are you… making clothes for your

the doll,” but over the years, her mother had come to treat the dolls as a kind of

it.

Mrs. Rayburn ran her fingers over the half–finished princess dress, her eyes

made by you,

Rayburn beamed, unable

did

beneath his jacket–just like hers–that caught her off guard.

looked at Evander as if seeing a fellow lost

Charlotte glanced at Evander.

state, she probably couldn’t understand

not sick. I’m just playing a

curiosity was piqued. “What

“Make–believe.”

Rayburn repeated, suddenly brightening. “My daughter loves that game. Can