Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 295

The room fell silent in an instant.

Evander sat on the sofa, unmoving, saying nothing. The tension was suffocating. Vera clung to Charlotte’s sleeve, hardly daring to breathe, her nerves shot from the heavy atmosphere.

For a long moment, no one moved. Then, unhurried and composed, Evander finally stood and walked toward them.

Charlotte braced herself and met his eyes. “Evander, you said you wanted to make things right between us. So, if I have a request, does that mean you’ll—?”

Before she could finish, he caught her wrist and drew her into his arms.

Vera froze, awkward and out of place, then quietly shuffled back to her room, leaving them alone.

“Evander, you—”

“Of course I’ll agree to what you want,” he said, holding her close. His eyes were shadowed and unreadable. “But I don’t want you avoiding me.”

She turned her face away. “…I’m not avoiding you.”

He gave a low laugh. “You asked her to move in with you, didn’t you? Wasn’t that just to keep me at a distance?”

Charlotte’s gaze dropped, guilt flickering across her face. She couldn’t meet his eyes.

Evander’s embrace tightened, his chin resting gently atop her head. “Charlotte, I know you may not be ready to accept me yet. But please—don’t push me away.”

She found herself pressed against his chest, his heartbeat steady and warm. The scent of him was achingly familiar.

Her clenched fists slowly relaxed. She bit her lip. “Evander, I… I am trying to avoid you. You make me uneasy. I’m scared…”

He felt her words like a blow, his own voice dropping to a hush. “You’re afraid of me?”

Charlotte’s eyes shimmered with tears, but she forced a smile. “How could I not be? In my memories, you were never this kind to me. You never held me and said these things. You want me to trust you, but every time I did before, all I got in return was disappointment.”

She drew a trembling breath. “Evander, your kindness now can’t erase the hurt from before. I’m afraid that if I let myself believe you, it’ll all turn out to be just another dream—something beautiful, but gone the moment I wake up.”

Evander cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. “It won’t be,” he promised quietly. “Charlotte, I mean it.”

She stared back at him.

His eyes were clear, unwavering. “I promise you.”

Charlotte said nothing.

He bent his head and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Charlotte slowly closed her eyes.

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