Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 341

Charlotte probably never imagined, not even in her wildest dreams, that there would come a day when she’d hear him admit—out loud—that he worried about her.

She turned her gaze away and let out a quiet laugh. “Now you’re worried about me? Don’t you think it’s a bit too late for that?”

He studied her face, his eyes unwavering. “As long as you’re willing, it’s never too late.”

Charlotte smiled, meeting his gaze. “But I’m not willing.”

Evander’s expression tightened, his jaw set in silence.

“Excuse me, can we get the check please?” Charlotte called out.

The café owner came over, holding the bill. “That’ll be a hundred and twenty.”

“I’ve got it,” Evander said, paying quickly before Charlotte could reach for her bag. As the payment went through, the owner glanced between the two of them and beamed. “You two make such a lovely couple!”

“We’re not—”

“Just friends,” Charlotte cut him off, standing up and gathering her things. “We’re not together. We never will be.”

She walked past Evander and headed for the door.

Evander’s face darkened, just barely, but enough for the owner to notice.

Awkwardly, the woman’s eyes drifted to the wedding ring on Evander’s finger. Charlotte’s hand, on the other hand, was bare. Suddenly, things clicked into place.

So that’s it… The guy’s married and fooling around, and the girl knows he’s taken, so she’s keeping her distance!

No wonder she turned him down. What decent woman would want to be the other woman?

Charlotte was about to cross the street when Evander reached out, pulling her back just as a group of late-night cyclists sped by, nearly brushing against her.

His grip was a little too tight. “Were you even watching where you were going?”

She looked startled, her composure shaken. After a beat, she glanced down. “You’re hurting me…”

Evander let go, and Charlotte slowly collected herself. “Mr. Howard, you should go home. I’m leaving.”

“I’ll drive you.”

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