Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 350

Charlotte met his deep, searching gaze and froze for a moment. She was just about to stand up when he caught her wrist. “Charlotte.”

“I only turned off the light for you—don’t read too much into it. And I came to see you because we were in the same car. If you die, I’ll have a hard time explaining things to the Howard family.” Charlotte rattled off her explanation in one breath.

Evander watched her, a small smile tugging at his lips at her seriousness. “Sorry to disappoint you,” he murmured.

She blinked, confused. “What?”

“I remember everything now,” Evander said, his eyes fixed on her face. “I told you, back then, to come find me when you’d grown up. And you did. But I forgot about you.”

Her hand, hanging at her side, clenched tightly as she looked away. “It’s all in the past.”

“Not for me,” Evander replied quietly. He pushed himself upright, but Charlotte pressed a hand to his shoulder.

“What are you doing? Lie back down. If your stitches tear, your mom will blame me!”

He hesitated, then eased back onto the bed. “Sorry.”

Charlotte withdrew her hand and turned her back to him, standing quietly by the window. “You don’t have to apologize. We don’t owe each other anything anymore, Evander. I still want a divorce. But I’ll wait until you’ve recovered.”

Before he could say another word, Charlotte left the hospital room.

Evander watched her go, her silhouette disappearing through the door. Suddenly, a fit of harsh coughing wracked his chest. Natalie, hearing the noise, hurried in. “Mr. Howard?”

He kept coughing, his chest aching sharply.

Natalie pressed the nurse call button.

…

Charlotte returned to the hotel, and as she passed the fountain in the lobby, she ran right into Judd.

He wore a light trench coat, his tall figure framed by the colorful lights reflected on the water. In that moment, with his calm, distant profile, he looked almost otherworldly.

She paused in surprise. “Professor Carstairs?”

Judd turned at the sound of her voice. “Out for a walk?”

“It’s late. What are you doing down here?” Charlotte glanced around, a little awkward. “Are you waiting for someone?”

He looked toward the skyscraper across the street. “I’m staying here, too. Just needed some fresh air. I never quite get used to The Capital.”

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