We will always try to update and open chapters as soon as possible every day. Thank you very much, readers, for always following the website!

Cold husband burning regret

Chapter 199
  • Background
    Font family
    Font size
    Line hieght
    Full frame
    No line breaks
  • Next Chapter

Regret 199 Jonathan was completely caught off guard by the blow, sent sprawling by Evander's force.

That was when Charlotte snapped out of her shock and stepped between them, blocking Evander's path. “What the hell are you doing? Why are you hitting him?" Evander yanked his tie loose, his shirt now missing a button from the scuffle, exposing a broad, muscular chest that rose and fell with his rapid breaths. "So you actually care about him?" he shot back.

Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt

Jonathan, wiping blood from his lip as he sat up, glared at him. "Mr. Howard, what's that supposed to mean?" "Still playing dumb, Mr. Pembroke?" Evander flexed his wrist, unbothered. "Mrs. Fontaine is with you, isn't she? You've gone to great lengths to keep my people from finding her." Charlotte's gaze snapped to Jonathan, her brow creased. "Is Mrs. Fontaine with you?" Jonathan faltered, then admitted, "I'll explain everything to you later-' "I don't think explanations are necessary," Evander cut in coldly. "If you really cared about what happened to Hiram, you would've handed her over long ago. Clearly, you never intended to help her at all.” Charlotte pressed her lips together, her face tense.

It was true-what happened to Hiram in prison was connected to Mrs. Fontaine. But Charlotte's real concern was always the person pulling the strings behind Mrs. Fontaine. Jonathan had figured this out long before, yet instead of exposing Mrs. Fontaine, he'd chosen to shield her.

The realization left Charlotte pale. "Were you involved in all of this too?" Jonathan's voice rose, desperate. "Charlotte, I can explain! Just listen-!" But Charlotte jerked away from him, crossing her arms in front of her in a halting gesture. "Enough. That's enough. I don't know who's lying and who's telling the truth anymore. I don't know how much longer you both plan to keep playing games with me. So right now, I don't trust either of you!" She turned without another word and ran, the only thought in her mind to get as far away from them as possible.

1/3 15:12 Chapter 199 Jonathan glared at Evander, a bitter laugh escaping him. "Are you happy now?" Evander absently traced the face of his watch, his expression unreadable. "That's a question you ought to ask yourself." He paused beside Jonathan, his tone layered with meaning. "You knew she was connected to me. You approached her deliberately-did it never occur to you she'd find out?" Jonathan bristled. “I didn't approach her for that reason- "You two never crossed paths in college, and suddenly now, you're close? You know as well as anyone what you're doing," Evander interrupted coolly. "The Pembrokes have always been skilled at using people. Sthings never change." "Shut up!" Jonathan's voice cracked, and he grabbed Evander by the collar. "And what about your precious Howard family? Saints, are you? If your grandfather hadn't abandoned my grandmother, she wouldn't have been shamed for being an unwed mother, and my mom-she might not have died right after giving birth!" Evander calmly pried Jonathan's fingers from his shirt. "If you have a score to settle with my grandfather, take it up with him. None of that has anything to do with me." He stepped past Jonathan and strode toward the front of the car.

Climbing in, Evander picked up his phone. "Keep an eye on Charlotte," he ordered quietly. "Don't let anything happen to her." Meanwhile, Charlotte wandered the streets aimlessly until somehow, she found herself back at the Sterling house. The place was empty and silent; it hit her, suddenly, that this family really had fallen apart.

Life could be so cruel.

Only eight days left. Just eight more days, and the three of them could leave together.

She stood outside the door for a long time. The moment she stepped inside, a hard object slammed into the back of her neck, and everything went black.

***

When Charlotte finally cto, her wrists and ankles were bound, and as she was sitting on a massive crimson bed. Someone had even changed her into a bright red wedding dress. Alistair's wife, Adelaide, entered the room with a smile. "Lottie, you're awake?" 213 15:121 Chapter 199 "Adelaide?" Charlotte struggled against her restraints, panic rising. "What are you doing? Forced marriage is illegal!"

Adelaide laughed, settling herself beside Charlotte and resting a heavy eve've hand on her shoulder. "We've already accepted the dowry, darling. The police won't help you now."

Charlotte's eyes filled with tears of anger. "You knew she was hurt none of you even bothered to ask! What does my dad mean to you people, anyway?" 15:1