Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 517

As dusk settled, Charlotte said goodbye to her colleagues in front of the building and headed to the parking garage. The motion-sensor lights flickered on one by one, illuminating the figure ahead. She stopped in her tracks when she recognized him.

Evander was leaning against the hood of her car, arms crossed, his steady gaze fixed on her.

He looked deceptively relaxed, but there was an undeniable intensity about him that was impossible to ignore.

After that night, she still hadn't figured out how to handle the situation. Should she play it cool, as if she'd just had a one-night stand with a high-class escort, or just pretend it never happened…?

Fortunately, he spoke first.

"Aren't you going to give me an explanation for that night?"

Charlotte was clearly taken aback. "What kind of explanation?"

"You tell me." Evander stepped closer. "Was my performance lacking?"

Charlotte was speechless. So he was here to question her review.

He chuckled softly. "Because I seem to recall my performance being quite excellent."

Her face flushed red. She instinctively tried to walk around him, but he caught her arm and gently pulled her into his embrace. "You're blushing now? You seemed pretty bold when you left that note."

She lifted her chin. "Compared to your shamelessness, leaving a note was hardly a crime."

Evander's eyes narrowed.

Charlotte struggled out of his arms. "How did you know I was in that room that night?"

"Didn't you send me your location?"

"But I didn't…"

Charlotte froze, pulling out her phone to check her chat history. She hadn't looked closely these past couple of days, but now she saw it: she had sent her location to Evander on WhatsApp. In her contact list, Evander and Wesley's names were right next to each other.

She thought she had sent it to Wesley.

No wonder Wesley hadn't shown up. And no wonder he had been so furious that she'd been out all night…

"The Rayburns don't seem to have very good judgment, falling for that kind of trash," Evander said, adjusting his cuffs with a tone of subtle mockery.

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