Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 140

Jonathan followed her gaze, turning around just in time to meet Evander’s icy stare.

There’s a certain understanding between men—a silent, unspoken recognition—but in this case, it felt more like a challenge than camaraderie.

Jonathan offered a cool, knowing smile. “Shouldn’t you be at the hospital with your girlfriend, Mr. Howard?”

Evander halted in front of him, his tone as casual as a breeze. “And how much do you think you actually know about my life, Mr. Pembroke?”

Jonathan took a step closer, smirking. “Just enough. Maybe even more than you think.”

“The clinical sleep study research is your project, isn’t it?”

Jonathan’s smile faded slightly. “What of it?”

“Nothing,” Evander replied, his expression unreadable as he stepped past Jonathan. “I just wonder how much of your so-called concern is genuine, and how much is self-serving.”

A sharp glint flickered in Jonathan’s eyes, barely perceptible.

Evander stopped in front of Charlotte. “Why are you out of the hospital?”

“And what business is that of yours?”

Charlotte started to move toward Jonathan, but Evander grabbed her wrist in a firm grip. As she struggled to pull away, he wrapped an arm around her, holding her tightly against him. “Did you see that, Mr. Pembroke? Did you notice the connection between us?”

She fought to break free. “Evander!”

He stared at her, barely containing his temper. “I’m your husband. Is your loyalty with another man?”

Husband…

Charlotte froze for a second.

He actually admitted their relationship in front of someone else.

How laughable.

Jonathan, for his part, looked entirely unsurprised. He glanced at Charlotte, then smiled. “Funny. From where I’m standing, it looks a lot like you’re forcing her.”

“She married me of her own will.”

Evander released her wrist and tipped her chin up, his thumb gently brushing the tiny birthmark by her eye, his touch almost tender. “Does that seem forced to you?”

Let the neighbors watch. Why not?

It’s not her reputation on the line.

Maybe Evander would be embarrassed enough to walk away.

Rachel arrived back from the market, groceries in hand, and froze the moment she saw Evander standing there. Her cheerful expression turned stiff.

One of the neighbors sidled up, grinning. “Hey Rachel, didn’t you and Xavier say your daughter got married? Which one’s her husband?”

Rachel pressed her lips together, clearly reluctant to face the scene. Deep down, she resented Evander.

Before she could answer, Evander pulled Charlotte close, his arm draped protectively around her shoulders. “I’m Lottie’s husband.”

The neighbors lit up, eyeing Evander with open admiration, and a few shot Rachel envious glances—what a handsome son-in-law she had.

Despite all the excited chatter and compliments from the neighbors, Rachel remained silent and unmoved.

Charlotte was equally indifferent.