Cold husband burning regret

Chapter 391

Chapter 391

Jacques looked up. “Who?”

“Neely Vinterberg.”

Before Jacques could react, Secretary Holden’s eyes widened in surprise. “You mean the former bank president who vanished from the public eye after resigning?”

Evander nodded.

“I remember now. He really did disappear for years. I heard he moved abroad. But what made you think of him all of a sudden?” Jacques set his chess piece down, curiosity in his tone.

“He has a son?”

“So I’ve heard, but I never met him.” Jacques fiddled with the chessboard. “Neely was always a smooth operator, got along well with everyone. But then, out of nowhere, he quit and cut off all contact with people at home. It was baffling.”

A shadow passed over Evander’s face.

Jacques studied him. “Honestly, if you hadn’t brought him up, I’d have forgotten all about him. Did someone ask you about him?”

“It’s nothing.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than Charlotte returned from outside. She stepped into the living room, paused briefly, her gaze drifting over Evander before she nodded politely at Jacques. “Dad.”

Evander lowered his eyes, saying nothing.

game anymore. He looked up and instructed Secretary Holden, “Could

can.”

Holden nodded and

about to go to her room when Jacques called after her. “Evander and I are having dinner at the

really refuse. She nodded and

watched her go, sinking deeper

dined with the Howard men at the restaurant. As luck would have it, they ran into Winston Rivers

didn’t announce your arrival? That’s unusual,” Winston said

you’re a busy

from retirement; I finally have some free time. There’s no need to worry

Evander. “Mr. Howard, are

eyes. “I’m perfectly

I heard you were seriously

just an accident. He did need some time to recover, but

Winston said,

a warm. smile. Charlotte spoke

nothing to apologize for. There’s always next year.” Mrs. Rivers took Charlotte’s hand, studying her carefully. “I’ve heard all about what happened with the Rayburn

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a moment, recalling what Winston

Mrs. Rayburn more than Loretta ever did. So there really was some history behind those

intimately, Charlotte looked at her. “Were you

your mother for years. To use your generation’s words, I suppose we’d be called best friends.” Mrs. Rivers sighed softly. “But once her mind started slipping, and with our own families to care for,

remember me now.”