Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 309

The next day, Charlotte and Vera headed out together, only to bump into Judd as they stepped into the lobby.

“Good morning, Dr. Carstairs,” Vera greeted him politely.

Judd nodded in return.

Just then, his gaze slid past them and landed on Evander, who was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed. “Morning, Mr. Carstairs,” Evander said with a hint of a smile.

Judd’s expression cooled instantly; the tension was obvious.

Charlotte walked toward the elevator, oblivious to the silent standoff unfolding behind her. Only Vera glanced back, unable to resist a peek at the drama.

What was the term for a scene like this? A showdown?

Once the elevator doors slid shut, Judd finally broke the silence. “No need to be so provocative every time we run into each other, Mr. Howard.”

Evander smoothed his jacket in a show of carelessness. “Was I? I hadn’t noticed.”

Judd chuckled, a note of sarcasm in his voice. “Isn’t it obvious? You bought Gardenia Apartments, then moved in next door. What’s next, cameras in the hallway?”

Evander’s eyes narrowed slightly as he toyed with the ring on his finger. “You do realize Charlotte and I aren’t divorced yet, right? You seem awfully eager for someone who claims to be above it all.”

Judd shot back, voice cool. “And you’re an expert on scheming, are you? Tell me, when Charlotte was so wary of Tricia back then, did you ever once make her feel safe?”

For a fleeting moment, Evander’s gaze darkened.

Judd pressed on, “The difference is, I still have some boundaries. At least I won’t cross a line before she’s actually divorced. Unlike your ex, I have a little self-restraint.”

With that, Judd strode toward the elevator and disappeared inside, leaving Evander alone in the hallway.

The motion-sensor light overhead cast a pale, unwelcoming glow on Evander’s face, sharpening the chill in his expression and making the corridor feel even colder.

…

Meanwhile, Loretta was at a downtown pawnshop, turning over the gold coin from her bracelet.

The shop owner picked up the coin and, the moment he felt its weight, his eyes went wide. He fetched a magnifying glass and spent several minutes inspecting it, growing more and more excited. This was a genuine medieval gold coin—no doubt about it!

But hadn’t it once belonged to the Rayburn family?

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