RedNovelRegret 170 Chapter 170 Charlotte was quiet for half a minute, eyes fixed on him, her tone calm. “What do you want to eat? I'll make something." Evander's brow creased ever so slightly as he studied her face, betraying none of his feelings. Her obedience seemed practiced, almost mechanical-a performance, not genuine warmth. He didn't call her out on it. Instead, his arm tightened and he pulled her into his embrace, lifting her effortlessly. "I can think of something else. I'd rather have first." Charlotte fell silent.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhat followed in the bedroom was a long, breathless blur. Sunlight filtered through the shifting curtains, casting a warm glow in one corner of the room. Evander held her close, and the intensity of his touch threatened to pull her under, to make her forget herself entirely.
Her nails dug into his shoulder, her gaze cold and distant as she stared at the ceiling. She accepted everything he gave her, but inside, she felt nothing.
It was as if her body and soul had been split apart.
She didn't know how long it lasted. By the end, Charlotte was dazed, drifting in the aftermath. Evander, damp with sweat, wrapped his arms around her from behind. After a long silence, he finally spoke, breaking the stillness. "Just make whatever you used to for lunch." Her eyelids fluttered. Her voice cout dry. "I don't remember what you like." After all, she'd never really known him.
She used to pour her heart into making his meals, always trying something different, but every dish had cfrom Lana's recommendations, never from Evander himself.
He said nothing for a while, his hand gliding over her skin, cool and smooth. "I'm not picky." Charlotte slipped from the bed and dressed before leaving for the kitchen to prepare a simple meal.
Evander, still in his robe, wandered in but kept his distance, leaning against the wall and watching her. His mind wandered back-he remembered her bustling around the kitchen, the way she'd bring out a table full of food with a dazzling smile, calling sweetly, "Honey, look! I finally mastered this recipe!" 1/73 1445) Chapter 170 And what had he said back then? "No need." "Just leave it there." "You don't have to cook anymore." The memory made his chest feel tight, his brow furrowing. When had he started caring about the past? Just then, his phone rang.
Charlotte heard it too. She glanced over her shoulder to see Evander, face suddenly guarded, step into the living room with his phone. From the look on his face, she could guess who was calling.
Evander stopped by the window. "What is it?" "Evander, Hans fell and hurt himself." Tricia's voice was shaky, on the verge of tears, panic clear as day.
His expression darkened. “Didn't I ask someone to pick him up? How did this happen?" "Maybe Hans was scared of the new place. He struggled and slipped. He's always been terrified of heights, and nothing I say calms him down-he just keeps crying." Evander listened to her crying, silent, irritation stirring in his chest.
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