RedNovelRegret 189 Winston froze for a moment, holding his wife tightly without saying a word.
Mrs. Rivers sighed, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "Ever since she lost her child and beclike that, I haven't seen Laurinda for over ten years. I have no idea how she's doing now." "Don't worry about her." Winston gave a helpless shrug. “Laurinda's well taken care of with the Rayburn family. Plus, she has her son to look after her. And Sean-he's genuinely devoted. His wife's been this way for years, and he still can't bring himself to leave her!" Mrs. Rivers glanced sideways at him. "If I ended up like Laurinda, would you be able to divorceso easily?" Winston protested, almost offended. "Of course not! I swear, I wouldn't! I don't want a divorce." *** Charlotte made her way to Dean Chase's office and relayed Mrs. Rivers's message.
Dean Chase's face lit up with genuine happiness for her. "That's wonderful. District General is a much better place to work than Riverspire-the benefits alone are a huge step up. With Mrs. Rivers's recommendation, moving to District General will do wonders for your career." Charlotte smiled and nodded, grateful for his encouragement.
As she was about to leave, something occurred to her and she paused at the door. "Dean Chase, there's something I'd like to ask you." He took a sip of his tea and looked at her expectantly. "What is it?" "My transfer application stands, but if anyone asks, could you say I'm still at Riverspire? I'd rather not let people know I've actually moved to District General." By "people," she also meant Evander.
Dean Chase agreed without hesitation.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThat evening, Charlotte returned to Tranquility Manor. The moment she stepped into the foyer, she saw Evander standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, dressed in a charcoal-gray shirt, deep in conversation on his phone. She couldn't make out the details.
1/3 15:10 Спартет 107 Catching her reflection in the glass, Evander noticed her too. When his call ended, he turned slowly and walked over.
"We're not cooking tonight," he said. “Let's order in." Truthfully, Charlotte was too tired to cook, so she nodded in agreement.
Evander ordered from Celestia Towers, a luxury service that delivered gourmet cuisine right to their door. The meal cwith a bouquet of roses, two bottles of champagne, and scented candles.
Dinner was decadent, the atmosphere unexpectedly romantic.
Charlotte was so taken aback by the whole setup, she barely knew how to react.
Evander poured the champagne. "I've been busy with work these past three days and haven't had a chance to be with you." Charlotte understood immediately-this was his way of making up for his absence. “It's fine. Lana's been here with me," she replied lightly.
Not that she needed him for anything, anyway.
Evander fell silent, his gaze lingering on her as if searching for something.
Charlotte lowered her head and focused on her meal. No matter how romantic the table looked, she felt strangely detached, as if none of it was meant for her.
After dinner, full and indifferent to Evander's mood, she excused herself and went to the bedroom.
She took a small medical kit from her bag. Inside was a syringe and a single dose of medication-a contraceptive injection she'd brought hfrom the hospital.
Charlotte slipped into the bathroom. Just to be safe, she gave herself the shot.
Hearing footsteps outside, she hurriedly stashed the syringe back in the box and hid it beneath the sink.
Evander pushed open the door just as she was pulling her shirt backn down, her movements flustered. "Ever heard of knocking?" she snapped, annoyed. He leaned against the doorframe, one eyebrow arched playfully. "Shower right after dinner?" "I wasn't showering. I was just changing." "No need to bother," Evander said, stepping closer until he was right behind her, פוף 15:10 Waper Ov lowering his voice. "You'll just have to take it off again anyway."
His breath was hot against her skin, making her shiver. She pulled away, muttering. My arm still hasn't healed, E you know." She'd really thought he might restrain himself tonight.
"Does it still hurt?" Evander asked softly, his fingers brushing henamm with a tenderness she'd never seen in him before. 3/3
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