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.

Jacques said, not bothering with the chess game anymore. He looked up and instructed Secretary Holden, “Could you check with the front desk and see if the restaurant has any tables left? Book one

can.”

Holden nodded and

when Jacques called after her.

invitation, she couldn’t really refuse. She nodded

go, sinking deeper

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

announce your arrival? That’s unusual,” Winston said with a

Rivers, you’re a busy man–I wouldn’t dare

too much credit.” Winston waved his hand dismissively. “I’m just two years from retirement; I finally

Evander. “Mr. Howard, are

narrowed his eyes. “I’m perfectly

you were seriously ill and recovering

could reply, Jacques interjected calmly, “It was just an accident. He did need some time to recover, but he’s well

it,” Winston said, nodding

warm. smile.

there’s 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

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a moment, recalling what Winston had once

Mrs. Rayburn more than Loretta ever did. So there

her mother so intimately, Charlotte looked at her. “Were you

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,

remember me now.”