RedNovelRegret 258 Chapter 258 Chapter 258 The nurse, well aware of their relationship, assumed Mr. Howard was simply worried about upsetting his wife. Smiling, she handed the medical kit to Charlotte. "Mrs. Howard, I'll leave you and your husband alone." Once the nurse had left, Charlotte lingered by the door for nearly a minute. She drew a deep breath, composed herself, and knelt beside Evander as if he were just another patient, tending to his wounds with clinical detachment.
Neither of them spoke. A heavy silence hung between them.
As she picked out the shards of glass, she could hear his slightly ragged breathing, but he didn't make a sound of complaint.
Once the antiseptic was applied, she carefully wrapped and bandaged his hand.
Evander's gaze was fixed on her, his lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. "Shall we talk?" he murmured.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe paused for a few seconds, bent her head to tidy the medical kit, and replied flatly, "No." "Charlotte." He spoke her nsoftly.
The moment she looked up, puzzled, he leaned in and brushed her lips with his-a fleeting, feather-light touch.
She froze, then shoved him away, her palm striking sharply against his jaw.
His head jerked to the side. Instead of anger, he laughed, rubbing the spot where she'd hit him.
"Lunatic," she spat, and stormed out of the bedroom.
As the door slammed shut behind her, Evander pressed his newly bandaged hand to his lips, kissing the knot she'd tied.
Jonathan was returning to the hotel when he ran into Tricia right outside his door.
The sight of her instantly brought back memories of those reckless days in the capital-and all the things he'd rather forget.
He'd once thought Charlotte staying in Riverspire was for the best. That way, she would never know what had happened in the capital, or about Hiram and Xavier.
1/2 12:54 0 Chapter 258 He never imagined Tricia would follow him to Riverspire.
Tricia looked back at him, noting the dark cloud on his face. She knew he didn't want her here.
But she was never one to back down. After all, they'd once been in the sboat.
Tricia sauntered up with a playful smile. “Mr. Pembroke, I've been waiting here ages just for you." "Why aren't you pestering Evander? What do you want from me?" Jonathan ignored her attempt at flirtation, brushed past her, and opened his hotel room door.
Tricia's smile faded a little, but she followed him inside. "Evander already knows what I did." Jonathan dropped onto the sofa, draping his arm over the backrest, looking utterly at ease. "Is that so? What a shame."
"No need to gloat. I lost out, but so did you, didn't you?" Tricia slid in beside him, leaning against his shoulder. "You wanted Evander to finally taste defeat-maybe you couldn't match his family or career, but at least you thought you could win when it cto love. At first, you believed he cared about me, so you used me, even slept with me. But then you realized something was off between him and Charlotte, so you started using her instead."
She let the words hang there, savoring his growing irritation. "Too om bad. Somewhere along the way, you actually caught real feelings for her. But what does it matter? Evander never even saw you as a rival."
Her fingers traced his chest, slipping beneath his shirt, her smile wicked. "I failed, and so did you. Imagine if it was fou Charlotte ever found out-it was you who covered up forwhen Conrad beat Hiram, and you who blocked the ambulance that could have saved her father. Do you think she'd ever forgive you? Or would she want to kill you herself?" Her words tore through Jonathan like a blade.
He shoved Tricia away so hard she nearly tumbled off the sofa.
Stunned, she managed to laugh bitterly. "What, angry now? You chose to get in bed with me, and now you're blaming me?" "Shut up!" he snapped.
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