Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 207

Just as the tip of the blade was about to pierce his skin, Charlotte yanked her hand back with all her strength. The scissors slipped from her grasp and clattered to the floor. “You’re insane!”

He only laughed, pulling her into his arms and cradling her pale face in his hands. “Hate me if you must. Charlotte, you chose to marry me. Even if you regret it now, you’ll have to live with that choice.”

Charlotte’s eyes widened in shock. He kissed her, rough and unforgiving.

She struggled, but Evander, ignoring the pain searing through his wounded side, caught her again and pushed her down onto the bed.

When she fought back harder, Evander gritted his teeth against the pain and tightened his hold, pinning her firmly against him. “Charlotte, I won’t touch you. I promise.”

He made no further move. Charlotte caught the faint, metallic scent of blood and glanced down at the fresh bandages wrapped around his waist—they were already stained red.

“Charlotte.” His voice was raw, barely above a whisper. “It hurts.”

She refused to look at him. “Call a doctor.”

“Aren’t you a doctor?”

She fell silent.

So did he.

For a long time, there was nothing but the sound of his breathing. If not for that, she would have thought he’d died right there.

Eventually, Charlotte slipped out of his arms and pressed the nurse call button.

Without another glance, she walked out of the hospital room.

The next day, when Evander woke, the bandage around his waist had been changed. He assumed it was Charlotte who’d done it, and the corners of his mouth lifted almost imperceptibly.

At least she had a conscience.

Miranda entered the room with the housekeeper trailing behind, carrying breakfast—Charlotte was nowhere to be seen.

“Where is she?” he asked.

“Who?” Miranda replied, feigning ignorance, then scoffed. “Charlotte? She left last night. Didn’t stay with you.”

Evander’s brow furrowed slightly.

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