Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 709

"Let them see," he said casually. "If tomorrow's papers call me a lovelorn fool who can't let go of his ex-wife, I'll own it."

She muttered under her breath, "Shameless."

Foster and Evander's driver were waiting by the two cars. They didn't know exactly what happened inside, but they could guess. With the ambulance arriving, guests scattering, and Genevieve's and Ilse's cars leaving through the back, something big must have happened.

Seeing the two walking out holding hands, Foster thought, 'Well, I guess I won't need to be the third wheel.'

He walked over to Evander's car and opened the door.

The driver beside him was stunned for a few seconds.

Seeing this, Charlotte scolded, "Whose door are you opening——"

"Good instincts, nice." Evander interrupted her, looking at Foster, then turned and wrapped his arm around Charlotte's waist. "I employ him. Cut him some slack."

She glared at Evander angrily, deciding to ignore him.

He smiled, pressing his lips together, and led her into the car.

As soon as she got in, she put down the central armrest in the back seat, separating them. "The 38th parallel. Don't cross it."

Evander rested his arm on the armrest, leaning towards her side, "And if I do?"

He was incredibly close. In the bright light, the pores on his face and the tiny scars from his skin graft were clearly visible. But his bone structure and features were just too perfect.

With age, those small imperfections only added character, enhancing his charm.

Charlotte stared at him, mesmerized, forgetting to respond.

"Mr. Howard, are we heading back?" The driver asked unexpectedly. Charlotte immediately pulled away, sitting ramrod straight.

Evander withdrew his gaze. "To the hospital."

…

Ilse paced anxiously outside the emergency room, her eyes red. Genevieve sat on the bench, silent. Ever since the engagement banquet, she had been numb. Even with a nanny trying to soothe her, she was unresponsive.

When the doctor came out of the emergency room, Ilse rushed up. "Doctor, how is my husband!"

"You're the patient's family, right? I need you to sign this surgical consent form."

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