Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 491

Charlotte's eyes met the familiar face, and for a moment, she froze. She had wondered so many times if he was still alive, and it turned out... he was.

That night, before she passed out, it hadn't been a hallucination. It was him. He had been there all along.

But right now, more than joy, she felt a surge of resentment. Her fists clenched. "Stop acting, Julian. It's not like you haven't seen him before."

Julian faltered, scratching his head in embarrassment. Was his acting that bad?

Charlotte turned and went back into her bedroom.

"Miss, what about him..." Julian was in a bind. Should he kick him out or let him stay?

Evander's gaze shifted to Julian. "I need to speak with her alone."

"I don't know about that," Julian said awkwardly. "Miss Sterling didn't exactly say she wanted to see you."

"I'll pay you. Double."

Julian took a deep breath and promptly stepped aside. "Be my guest."

Inside the bedroom, Charlotte was furiously packing, throwing clothes from her closet onto the bed. Evander leaned against the doorframe for a while, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "Why take it out on the clothes? I'm right here."

"You might as well have actually died."

"I didn't mean to deceive you," Evander said, walking toward her.

Charlotte threw a shirt at him, forcing him to take a step back. "If it wasn't intentional, then it was deliberate! Because of that explosion, I became the villain in your family's eyes! You probably enjoyed watching from the shadows while I grieved for you. Well, I was heartbroken. I hope you're satisfied!"

Evander let her vent her anger. When she finally calmed down, he picked up the clothes from the floor and neatly placed them on the bed. "I never thought that."

Charlotte said nothing.

He moved closer, his long fingers gently touching hers, then intertwining with them. "At the time, I thought I was going to die, too."

Her palm tingled. She bit her lip, pulled her hand away, and turned to face him. "Mr. Howard, you haven't forgotten that we got divorced six months ago, have you?"

His body went rigid, his lips tightening into a thin line.

"Since we're divorced, keep your hands to yourself." Charlotte pushed past him. "I need to pack. You're in my way."

Evander turned to watch her, a faint smile on his face. "In that case, Miss Sterling, may I pursue you again?"

Charlotte froze. She didn't respond, but a strange feeling fluttered inside her.

Evander went to the hotel where Miranda was staying. Leah and Elliot were there as well.

But relief didn't erase her resentment.

"Evander, how could you keep something so huge from your own family? It's been six months. Do you have any idea what your father and I have been through?"

"I know," he said quietly. "I'm sorry."

"I'm just glad you're back safely." Miranda touched his arm, looking him over. He was as solid as ever, not painfully thin as she had feared.

"I'm fine. But you shouldn't have interfered in Charlotte's affairs."

At the mention of Charlotte, the smile on Miranda's face faded.

She withdrew her hand and turned her back to him. "You came back for her, didn't you?"

He paused for a few seconds before meeting her eyes. "At least half of me did."