Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 156

“I want to be with you.”

Jonathan’s strikingly handsome face was just inches away. His skin seemed softer and smoother than most women’s, flawless and luminous. His eyes shone with quiet confidence, his nose perfectly sculpted, and even the curve of his lips was undeniably attractive.

From the first time she met Jonathan, Charlotte had thought he was good-looking.

Still, back then, she’d been more drawn to someone like Evander—masculine, sharp-featured, with eyes that held depths she couldn’t quite reach.

But now, Jonathan’s abrupt honesty left her startled. “Jonathan, you…”

The confession caught her completely off guard. She had no idea how to respond.

“Sorry, I know that was sudden. I planned to wait until your divorce was final to tell you,” Jonathan added, his gaze steady, his voice gentle. “You don’t have to answer right away. I just wanted you to know how I feel. I’m not in any rush.”

Charlotte pressed her lips together, silent.

Jonathan’s eyes crinkled with a smile. “What’s wrong, Charlotte? Don’t tell me you feel pressured. Even if you turn me down, I’ll be fine. I’m not the petty type.”

She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “Jonathan, I’m still married. This is a lot to process.”

He clasped his hands, resting his chin on his interlaced fingers. “So, does that mean I’ll have a chance once you’re single?”

Charlotte was lost for words.

Jonathan laughed. “Alright, I’ll stop teasing. I should get going.” He walked to the door, then glanced back at her. “But seriously, think about it.”

After he left, Charlotte pressed her fingers to her temple, her head pounding.

What on earth just happened?

Jonathan wanted to pursue her?

She’d never even imagined it. The whole thing felt surreal, like something out of a soap opera.

At that moment, her phone buzzed with a message from Dean Chase: the investigation into the anesthetic incident was complete.

She opened it, and her expression darkened.

Tricia was cleared of all suspicion; Wendy had changed her story and taken the blame.

…

Her grandmother looked elegant as ever in a deep green dress, age only adding to her dignity. “Sit with me.”

Charlotte sat down at her side.

“Charlotte, I’ve heard about what’s been happening in your family,” her grandmother said, taking her hand. “How is your mother doing?”

Charlotte lowered her eyes. “She’s doing much better now. She’s slowly coming to terms with everything.”

Her grandmother brushed a strand of hair from Charlotte’s face, her eyes full of affection. “You’re still part of the Howard family, dear. If something this serious happens, you should come to me.”

Charlotte bit her lip. “I just didn’t want to trouble the family.”

Her grandmother saw right through her, but didn’t press the matter. In the end, Charlotte didn’t want to cause trouble for the Howards—especially because of Evander.

After a few more gentle questions, her grandmother excused herself to rest.

Charlotte didn’t linger.

She made her way through the garden, heading for the courtyard, and looked up—only to see Evander standing on the stone path beside the reflecting pool.