RedNovelRegret 248 The people nearby looked distinctly uncomfortable.
If these words had been spoken in private, they would have set the rumor mill on fire-after all, who among the upper crust didn't have skeletons in their closet? Affairs, secret children, mistresses tucked away in expensive apartments-it was practically part of the job description for the wives of high society. No one even batted an eye anymore.
But no one ever aired this kind of dirty laundry in public. Even when their own husbands strayed, these women turned a blind eye for the sake of their family's reputation.
That's why Mrs. Howard's bluntness was so shocking. She'd ripped the bandage off in front of everyone, and it was obvious she'd done it to humiliate Mr. Howard.
The Howards were not people anyone here could afford to offend, but no one dared say anything.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOnly Chairman Lennox stepped in to break the tension, chuckling, "Mrs. Howard's got quite the sense of humor. Just teasing, aren't you?" Everyone knew it was no joke, but they played along, waiting until the crowd dispersed. When the room had thinned, Evander set down his glass, strode over, and stopped in front of Charlotte. "You knew exactly what Hans is dealing with. Why would you say that?" "I only told the truth," Charlotte replied, arms folded across her chest. "Your family wants an heir so badly. Why not just acknowledge Hans as your son?" "If you pity him, if you feel sorry for him, you could simply make it official. After all, the boy used to call you Dad." His chest rose and fell sharply, though his voice stayed even. "I never thought you'd misunderstand my relationship with him." Charlotte smiled faintly, her eyes holding his. "None of that matters now." The smile faded; she glanced around the room. “This party's a bore. I'm leaving." She brushed past Evander and was just about to go when he suddenly caught her arm.
"I'll drive you home." Charlotte didn't reply.
1/3 12:52 Chapter 248 Evander murmured a few words to Chairman Lennox, excused himself, and left early with Charlotte trailing after him, half-lost in thought.
She'd embarrassed him in front of everyone, fully expecting him to lose his temper. Wasn't that always what happened whenever Tricia and her son were involved? He never failed to turn the blon Charlotte.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice Evander stop ahead of her, and she bumped right into his back.
He turned, steadying her with a hand on her waist, his gaze dark. “I know you wanted to make a scene, but there was really no need." She stiffened, shrugged off his hand, and let out a bitter laugh. "Evander, I don't get you at all. My parents died because of Tricia. Hiram's still in a coma because of her. You always say you want to make it up to me, but if you really meant it, you'd do everything in your power to make Tricia pay-not waste your efforts on me. Isn't that right?" Evander pressed his lips together, silent.
Seeing his reaction, Charlotte knew what he was thinking. He couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Of course. She's the woman you've loved for ten years. How could you bear to- "That's not it," he cut in, his expression clouded.
"Then what is it?" He looked at her, eyes searching. “Just givestime." Charlotte just shrugged, unconvinced, and turned away, slipping into the car.
He watched her shut the door, his jaw tightening, his expression growing even bleaker.
The next morning, Charlotte woke early. Passing through the kitchen, she found Evander setting breakfast on the table. "Eat something first," he said.
She paused, her gaze falling on the plate of pasta he'd prepared.
Without a word, she sat down, picked up her fork, and took a bite.
Evander slipped off his apron, set it aside, and took a seat opposite her. "How's iNtaste? Charlotte poured herself a glass of warm water, sipped, and said, "You learned to 213 12:52 Chapter 248 cook like this for Tricia, didn't you?" The faint smile on his lips faltered and vanished.
"I've told you I don't like sweet things. Of course, Mr. Howard always m remembers Miss Winthrop's preferences, not mine, isn't that right?" She set down her utensils, dabbed her fingers with a napkin, and didn't touch the pasta again.
Evander didn't say a word. Suddenly, he stood up, took her plate andm walked over to the trash, dumping the whole serving in without a glance back. 3/3
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