Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 339

“When are you coming back?”

Charlotte swiped her keycard and entered her hotel room, replying to his message: “Probably in a couple of days. Why?”

Judd: “One of your patients is looking for you.”

Her patient...

Charlotte was about to ask who it was when another message popped up: “A man named Donovan.”

She froze for a moment. After everything had blown up, she thought Stevenson would never want to see her again. She hadn’t expected this...

A few minutes later, Judd sent another message: “Aren’t you curious what he said to me?”

Charlotte: “What did he say?”

Judd: “Something about the real and the fake King Arthur.”

Charlotte was stunned for a second, then, as the meaning dawned on her, she couldn’t help but laugh:

“Thank you for that touching metaphor. Even the knights would shed a tear.”

In his kitchen, Judd glanced at her reply, one eyebrow arching in amusement as his fingers flew across the screen: “You’re welcome. So, have you figured out who’s the true heir to the Round Table?”

Charlotte: “At the very least, I’m the son of Arthur, not just a squire.”

Judd: “Indeed. The quest for the Holy Grail is full of twists and turns—finding family is no different.”

Lounging on the sofa, Charlotte stared at the messages, a gentle warmth unfurling in her chest.

Judd never once mentioned her identity directly; every quip was his way of reassuring her.

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