Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 616

Charlotte remained silent for so long that Evander thought she wasn’t going to answer. Then, she finally spoke. “You… you don’t have to apologize. It’s my fault.”

He watched her, his gaze flickering.

“You asked me why I agreed to the marriage that day. Honestly, I don’t really know. Maybe it was just an impulse,” Charlotte said, slowly lifting her head to meet his deep, dark eyes. “But deep down, I know that from the moment I agreed to give you a chance, I had already let go of the past.”

“I just… I suddenly didn’t know how to convince myself. You were the one who hurt me, but after the incident on the yacht in Riverspire City, I didn’t hate you as much anymore. In fact, there was even a small place for you in my heart—”

Before she could finish, his warmth enveloped her.

He pulled her into his arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “That’s enough,” he whispered.

Charlotte stood frozen.

Evander held her tighter. Even if it was just a small place, for him, it was more than enough.

“I didn’t mean to question you. Back then, I just…” Evander’s voice grew quieter. “I suddenly lost confidence in myself.”

“Oh,” Charlotte murmured. “That’s why I don’t argue with drunks.”

He let out a muffled laugh. “I won’t drink like that again.”

“…It’s not like I’m telling you what to do.”

He released her. “But you have the right to.”

Charlotte quickly walked to the door, then paused and turned back to him. “Evander.”

He was still standing in the same spot. “Yes?” he murmured.

“When all of this is over, I’ll come to you.”

She hurried inside.

Evander watched her disappear into the entryway, a genuine smile slowly spreading across his lips.

When Charlotte entered the living room, she saw Sean sitting there, a look of relief on his face. She guessed Evander had already told him about her brother, and it had clearly eased his mind.

Sean chuckled. “So you’ve been to see her.”

On that note, Charlotte mentioned Shane’s recent visit to the sanatorium. Sean’s brow furrowed, and after a moment of silence, he said, “The fact that she didn’t harm your mother must mean she’s capable of gratitude.”

“Gratitude?”

He said he once thought the two of them would remain close friends forever. What a shame…

Night fell.

Wesley was confined to his bedroom, a guard posted outside. He sat by the window, staring out at the pitch-black orchard. There were no lights, and the only sounds were the chirping of crickets and the croaking of frogs.

The door opened.

The estate’s steward, who was in charge of the orchard house, stepped inside. “Mr. Rayburn, the boss asked me to take you to the hot spring.”