Regret 125 A flicker of regret passed through Rosemary's eyes, but she understood that love could never be forced. After all, a six-year marriage exchanged for a life-saving favor was still no match for "you can't sweeten an unripe fruit." Once Charlotte and the old lady disappeared down the corridor, Genevieve finally stepped out from behind the wall, her eyes wide with disbelief as she watched them go.
Divorce? She hadn't misheard, had she? Was Charlotte-Charlotte, the eternal doormat-actually divorcing her brother? No wonder these days, no matter how much she taunted Charlotte, the woman just brushed her off without a care in the world.
No, she had to get to the bottom of this.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGenevieve hurried back to the living room, got directions from a housekeeper, and rushed out to the lawn to find Evander.
He had changed into casual clothes and was playing golf on the emerald-green course. With practiced precision, he studied each fairway, gauged the obstacles, and delivered his shots with effortless control.
Two strokes, and the ball dropped neatly into the hole.
A staff member handed him a bottle of water. He twisted the cap off just as Genevieve crunning toward him.
"Evander!" He took a sip, handed the bottle back, and glanced at her. "What is it?" "Is it true Charlotte wants a divorce?" The housekeeper beside them sucked in a sharp breath. No one dared make a sound; whatever they heard, they pretended they hadn't.
Evander's attention stayed on the golf ball. "What nonsense are you spouting now?" "I heard her talking with Grandma!" Genevieve blocked his path, refusing to let it go. “She actually has the nerve to ask you for a divorce! If anyone should be leaving, it should be you! Who does she think she is? That pathetic little-" Chapter 125 "Genevieve." He finally looked up, his normally cool eyes tinged with anger. "Jensen sent you abroad to study, and this is all the respect you learned?" Genevieve froze, tears springing to her eyes. "You never said that when I talked about her before..." "Did you ever say it in front of me?" She was at a loss for words.
It was true. She had always criticized Charlotte behind his back, never to his face. Back then, he barely spent twith Charlotte anyway, so she never even had the chance to complain about her in front of him. Everything changed after Tricia returned home...
She bristled. "But you always knew how I felt. You never stoppedbefore!" "She never cared, so why should I?" Evander rolled up his sleeve, checking his watch. "Don't lethear you say anything like that again." He walked away from the tee, leaving her fuming and stamping her foot in frustration.
But the more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. Was it possible her brother actually liked Charlotte now? The idea unsettled her so much that she immediately pulled out her phone and dialed Tricia.
Tricia had just stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, her skin flushed and marked with fading skin traces of red. On the bed, a man sat with his back to her, buttoning up his shirt. Seeing Genevieve's nflash on her phone, Tricia's expression shifted. She turned away from the man, answering the call in a slightly forced, but gentle tone. "Genevieve?" "Tricia! Listen, I swear Charlotte has cast sspell on my brother!" Tricia paused, glancing at the man on the bed before forcing a smile and keeping her voice steady, "What makes you say that...?"
"Charlotte told my brother she wanted a divorce. She actually wants to leave him! But when Dasked him digout when about it, he didn't look like he wanted her to go at all... He even got mad atfor calling her a doormat to his face." Genevieve's voice Chapter 125 trembled with indignation.
Tricia's grip on her phone tightened, snapping one of her freshly done, nails. Ever since she'd learned NO m Charlotte was living with him, she knew Charlotte was her biggest obstacle. She'd always thought Charlotte was the one clinging shamelessly to him.
But now, she realized she'd been wrong.