Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 258

The nurse, well aware of their relationship, assumed Mr. Howard was simply worried about upsetting his wife. Smiling, she handed the medical kit to Charlotte. “Mrs. Howard, I’ll leave you and your husband alone.”

Once the nurse had left, Charlotte lingered by the door for nearly a minute. She drew a deep breath, composed herself, and knelt beside Evander as if he were just another patient, tending to his wounds with clinical detachment.

Neither of them spoke. A heavy silence hung between them.

As she picked out the shards of glass, she could hear his slightly ragged breathing, but he didn’t make a sound of complaint.

Once the antiseptic was applied, she carefully wrapped and bandaged his hand.

Evander’s gaze was fixed on her, his lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. “Shall we talk?” he murmured.

She paused for a few seconds, bent her head to tidy the medical kit, and replied flatly, “No.”

“Charlotte.” He spoke her name softly.

The moment she looked up, puzzled, he leaned in and brushed her lips with his—a fleeting, feather-light touch.

She froze, then shoved him away, her palm striking sharply against his jaw.

His head jerked to the side. Instead of anger, he laughed, rubbing the spot where she’d hit him.

“Lunatic,” she spat, and stormed out of the bedroom.

As the door slammed shut behind her, Evander pressed his newly bandaged hand to his lips, kissing the knot she’d tied.

…

Jonathan was returning to the hotel when he ran into Tricia right outside his door.

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