Cold husband burning regret

Chapter 401

She truly did hate Evander–hated his cold–heartedness, his indifference. But she hated Charlotte even more, because Charlotte’s very existence had shattered all her carefully laid plans.

If Charlotte hadn’t appeared, she would have become Mrs. Howard long ago. She would have been free of this devil by now.

Finnick Vinterberg swirled the wine in his glass, watching the fury in her eyes, then let out a low chuckle. “Well, why don’t you show me just how sincere you are?”

Tricia froze, and in the next instant, she finally understood what he meant. The color drained from her face.

Later that afternoon, Charlotte hurried into the elevator, only to find Judd already inside. She faltered for a second.

As their eyes met, she quickly looked away and forced a smile. “What a coincidence.”

She stepped to the side, putting space between them.

Judd narrowed his eyes, watching the back of her head. “You’re acting a little strange today.”

She gave a half–hearted smile. “Am I?”

“You won’t even look at me,” he replied.

Charlotte was caught off guard. Slowly, she turned to face him. “Professor Carstairs… is that really so odd?”

Did he somehow know she’d overheard his conversation earlier? The thought made her uneasy, and awkwardness crept in.

considering. “Do I have something embarrassing on my

“…No, nothing.”

just don’t want to see

was momentarily speechless. Trust him to cut

said, “You’re surprisingly good at

Chapter 401

Judd exited ahead of her. Charlotte

far, she called

see him–she just hadn’t processed everything she’d learned yet, and now she didn’t know how to

stop in

caught her instinctively, steadying

are you

all people, it had to be Evander who walked in on them

strode toward them, every step radiating

putting distance between herself and Judd. In the next moment, Evander took her by the wrist, pulled her to his side, and wrapped an arm

to Evander. “Mr. Howard, perhaps you’re misunderstanding

situation?”

it’s a misunderstanding or something else,

Judd frowned.

Evander’s arm. “Evander, it was just an

whether it was an accident,” he snapped, his

tried to defend him.