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Chapter 128
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Regret 128 Night had settled deep over the city, the soft golden glow from inside the restaurant misting the windows, blurring where warmth met the cold blue tones of the street outside, as if someone had layered a gentle filter over the world.

Charlotte and Jonathan had just about finished their dinner. Charlotte signaled the waiter and asked for the check.

After the bill was settled, Jonathan laced his fingers and rested his chin on them, a playful glint in his eyes. "See? I wasn't lying this time. I let you treattonight." Charlotte smiled, satisfied. "It felt good." They left the restaurant together, and Jonathan, ever the gentleman, hurried ahead to open the door for her. She didn't forget to thank him.

Walking a step behind her, Jonathan glanced down at his phone. "Where did you park?" "There weren't any spots left, so I just left it by that downhill turn up ahead." "I'll walk you over." Charlotte turned to protest, but before she could say a word, a motorcycle shot out from a side street not far ahead.

"Watch out." Jonathan's hand shot out, pulling her back. She stumbled, colliding against his chest, breath caught in her throat.

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The motorcycle whipped past them, so close she still felt the rush of wind tearing by.

It happened in a blur.

Charlotte's heart hammered as she tried to steady herself, Jonathan's voice cfrom above her, calm but concerned. "Are you okay? Did it scare you?" She snapped out of her daze, stepping back from his arms, face a little pale. "Yeah, that really startled me... Good thing you pulledback." Jonathan looked over his shoulder in the direction the motorcycle disappeared. "Kids these days. No sense of danger." "I'm fine, really. I'm almost there." Charlotte steadied herself, slinging her purse over 1/3 er shoulder. "You don't need to walkthe rest of the way. I'll be fine." Chapter 128 Jonathan nodded. "Then I'll watch you go, just to be sure." Charlotte walked to her parked car, slid into the driver's seat, and glanced once more out the window before driving away.

Jonathan stood on the sidewalk, watching her car disappear from view. Only then did he lower his eyes to check a message on his phone.

Charlotte pushed open the bedroom door just as Evander stepped out of the bathroom.

He wore only a towel slung low around his waist, his upper body bare and glistening with water.

She'd seen him like this before-every muscle perfectly defined, not bulky or imposing, but with a measured strength that suited him. There was nothing excessive about him, nothing rough or wild.

They locked eyes, and Charlotte's expression faltered for a moment. "You... you're home?" She hadn't expected him tonight.

"If I'm not home, where would I be?" Evander raked his fingers through his damp hair, pushing it back from his forehead. His eyes were deep and unreadable, like the sea-no safe harbor, only fathomless depths.

Just one look, and he could unsettle anyone.

Charlotte looked away, flustered. “I'll just use the guest room.” "Where's the hair dryer?" She paused in the doorway, answering over her shoulder. "On the shelf." "Which shelf?" "You don't know?" Charlotte frowned, puzzled. "How did you dry your hair before?" "let it air dry"

Only then did Charlotte realize he'd never used the hair dryer at home, No wonder every tshe put it away, it Wash always in exactly the sspot the next tshe needed it Chapter 128 She stepped into the bedroom and crossed to the walk-in closet.

The hair dryer was on the third shelf.

She handed it to him and left without another word.

That was the extent of their conversation.

The next morning, Charlotte was still half-asleep when her phone rang. It she answered was her Kattorney groggily, not fully awake until she heard the word: photos. Charlotte's eyes flew open. She sat upright. "Photos?"

"Mrs. Howard, you're trending online.

Even though your marriage to Mr.

Howard was private being©photographed in a compromising situation before your divorce is finalized could hurt your case." Charlotte opened her phone and checked the trending topics.

There it was: a photo of her from the night before, nearly run down by a motorcycle, caught as Jonathan pulled her to safety-right as she fell into his arms.

The headline read: #MrPembroke's Rumored Girlfriend Revealed#.