Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 153

Evander loosened the band of his watch, his gaze intent. After a brief pause, a sudden laugh escaped him. “The one pulling your strings is Mrs. Fontaine, isn’t it?”

Conrad didn’t dare hide anything. He nodded.

Mrs. Fontaine hadn’t contacted him by phone. Instead, she’d sent someone to reach him at the police station. She never showed up herself—so no one would suspect a thing.

Evander’s smile vanished, his eyes turning cold as he instructed Natalie, “Commissioner Yates is up for re-election, isn’t he?”

Natalie nodded. “Yes, he is.”

“Maybe it’s time the Revenue Bureau got a new director.”

With that, Evander turned and walked away.

…

Night had fallen, and the city lights outside Charlotte’s window shimmered in the distance.

Fresh out of the shower, Charlotte saw her phone screen light up on the table.

She walked over, picked it up, and saw a message from Evander.

[I’m outside your door.]

Charlotte frowned, stepping to the window. Sure enough, his car was parked just outside the gate.

She pulled the curtains closed, ignoring the message.

[If you’re not coming out, are you waiting for me to come in?]

Charlotte stared at the message, exasperated. She grabbed her coat, slipped it on, and walked out the door.

As she stepped into the yard, the headlights from Evander’s car shone directly at her. She instinctively shielded her eyes from the glare.

The lights went off, and a moment later, Evander stepped out.

Swallowing her irritation, she called out, “Evander, can’t this wait until morning? Did it have to be tonight—”

He didn’t let her finish. He reached out and pulled her into his arms.

She still smelled faintly of her shower gel—soft, floral, lingering on her skin. Charlotte barely had time to react before he drew her close. Her hands landed on his chest, and her silk jacket slid off one shoulder, pooling at her arm.

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