Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 232

“Judd, do you think there’s any chance I can fix things with her?”

Judd sat on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, flipping through a thick book on ancient medicine. He glanced up at the man across from him, whose question hung in the air, then shrugged. “No idea. You’re asking me?”

Jonathan let out a bitter laugh. “True. You’ve never been interested in this sort of thing.”

He’d known Judd for years and had never once seen him distracted by anything romantic—medicine was the only thing that ever seemed to matter. Coming to Judd for advice about Charlotte probably made no sense at all.

He couldn’t give him an answer.

Judd’s eyes returned to the page. “I don’t recall you ever losing sleep over a woman.”

“That’s how it used to be,” Jonathan murmured, pressing his lips together. “But… I owe her.”

Judd finally looked up, meeting his gaze with an unusual seriousness. “That’s a first. Now I’m curious—who is she?”

“Her name’s Charlotte.”

Judd paused for a heartbeat, then seemed to register the name, staring off as if deep in thought.

Outside the door, Charlotte hesitated, hand raised but never knocking.

It was true Jonathan had lied to her, but he’d also stepped in and helped her and her mother when they needed it most. Whatever debts or obligations had existed between them were settled now—there was nothing left to repay. If anything, she’d given as much as she’d received.

As Charlotte returned to her office, she saw Jonathan leaving. Judd walked him to the door.

“I’ll head out, Judd. If you hear anything about her—”

“I’ll let you know.”

Judd leaned against the doorframe.

Jonathan nodded, said nothing more, and walked away.

Judd watched him go, then turned his gaze toward the office next door.

…

Three days later, Evander boarded a private jet with his corporate negotiation team, bound for Riverspire City.

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