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Chapter 123
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Regret 123 Chapter 123 Charlotte's pupils shrank in alarm. Instinctively, she tried to break free, but he'd clearly anticipated her resistance-his hand braced against the door, trapping her firmly in his arms.

His kiss burned hotter than his skin.

The last the'd lost control like this, he'd been drugged.

Could it be happening again? Panicking, Charlotte lashed out, swinging her hand back in a desperate slap. She missed his cheek, landing instead on the edge of his ear.

She stared at the man whose head had turned aside. "Evander, look at me! I'm not Tricia!" Evander's jaw tightened, but he didn't respond. He simply brushed his fingers across the corner of his mouth, wiping away her lipstick.

As reality snapped back into focus, Charlotte realized how rashly she'd just acted.

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She forced herself to calm down, searching for an excuse. "Evander, this isn't like you. You're never like this-I don't know how to handle it..." Still, he gave her nothing but silence.

After a long pause, Evander pulled off his tie. "I want to see you again before ten." He brushed past her and left the private room without a backward glance.

Charlotte's knees went weak. She slumped against the door, shaken to her core by the way Evander had just behaved.

She didn't understand it.

Couldn't begin to make sense of his every move.

Was he... jealous? The thought almost made her laugh.

She wiped off her smeared lipstick with a tissue, reapplied it carefully, and only then left the lounge.

Of all people, she bumped right into Jonathan.

He wore a knowing grin. "Well, well. What's Charlotte doing in the break room with Chapter 123 Mr. Howard?" ...We just ran into each other." He folded his arms, raising an eyebrow. "Is that so?" Charlotte felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Why did she suddenly feel like a cheating spouse caught in the act? "Alright, if you don't want to talk about it, I won't pry," Jonathan said, resting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "But you know, you can trust me. No matter what's going on, I'll help you." Charlotte looked at him, unexpectedly moved.

Other than her mentor and her younger brother, no one had ever stood by her without hesitation.

She lowered her gaze. "Thank you, Jonathan, but things between Evander andare complicated. I don't want you to get dragged in." He just smiled gently. "I'm not afraid." She hesitated, then said softly, "Next twe meet, I'll tell you everything." "Alright." After saying goodbye, Charlotte went off to find Wesley.

Jonathan watched her walk away, his expression turning thoughtful, as if wrestling with something deep inside.

It was nearly half past nine when Charlotte finally took a cab back to Tranquility Manor. Stepping out, she sent Wesley a quick text to let him know she was hsafe.

She rode the elevator up and unlocked the door.

Evander had beaten her home. He was at the bar in a black robe, pouring himself a drink. His eyes were calm as still water, but when they met hers, a ripple of emotion broke the surface.

Charlotte quickly looked away, setting her purse on the entryway! I table. "It's not even ten yet. Am I on En.

time, Mr. Howard?" Evander lifted his glass. holding it to his lips without drinking "i had too much to drink." Charlotte paused.

Was he... trying to explain what had happened in the lounge? She nodded quietly. "Understood." She was about to walk away when Evander suddenly reached out and caught her arm. "I said I had too much to drink." She gave him a puzzled look. "And?" "My head's spinning." "...Excuse me?" Charlotte wondered if she was hearing things.

Was Evander actually admitting weakness to her?

While she stood there, stunned, he pressed a hand to his temple voice lazy and low. "Weren't you always ΕΊ good at making hangover soup?"

For a moment, Charlotte was lost in memories-countless nights waiting up for him after business dinners, always making sure there was a bowl of her homemade hangover soup ready. But...

Did he ever care before? Now, out of nowhere, he wanted to remember?