Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 82

Charlotte's memory was abruptly triggered by his words.

That chapter of her life—sealed away for eleven years—unfolded in the early spring of Old Fernhill, during a notorious child abduction case.

Among the six kidnapped children were both her and him.

She had never forgotten.

But he had long since erased her from his mind.

Her grip on the blanket tightened, then released. She turned her head away. "No, I haven't seen him."

"Are you sure?" The man's brow knitted even tighter.

"I'm sure."

No sooner had she spoken than his fingers pressed against her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Really? Not at all?"

She faced him, feigning composure. "Mr. Howard, if I had, wouldn't you remember too?"

He froze, momentarily speechless.

"I'd like to get some sleep now." Charlotte brushed his hand away. "If you want to stay, Mr. Howard, grab yourself a cot."

Evander simply laid down beside her. "I can't sleep on those hospital cots."

Charlotte almost laughed out loud. She threw back the covers, ready to get up, but Evander's arm shot out, pulling her back against him.

Instinctively, she grabbed at his shirt as she toppled, and he was dragged down with her, landing above her on the bed.

Their faces were mere inches apart. His breath enveloped her, tangling around her senses.

She nervously licked her dry lips.

The look in his eyes darkened; his fingertips traced lightly over her mouth.

…

Just then, a nurse making her rounds glanced in and caught a glimpse of the intimate scene unfolding inside the room.

Her first impulse was to barge in and stop them—after all, this was a public hospital room—but she suddenly remembered: this was Dr. Sterling's room!

And the man who'd just visited Dr. Sterling…

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