Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 170

Charlotte was quiet for half a minute, eyes fixed on him, her tone calm. “What do you want to eat? I’ll make something.”

Evander’s brow creased ever so slightly as he studied her face, betraying none of his feelings. Her obedience seemed practiced, almost mechanical—a performance, not genuine warmth. He didn’t call her out on it. Instead, his arm tightened and he pulled her into his embrace, lifting her effortlessly. “I can think of something else I’d rather have first.”

Charlotte fell silent.

What followed in the bedroom was a long, breathless blur. Sunlight filtered through the shifting curtains, casting a warm glow in one corner of the room. Evander held her close, and the intensity of his touch threatened to pull her under, to make her forget herself entirely.

Her nails dug into his shoulder, her gaze cold and distant as she stared at the ceiling. She accepted everything he gave her, but inside, she felt nothing.

It was as if her body and soul had been split apart.

She didn’t know how long it lasted. By the end, Charlotte was dazed, drifting in the aftermath. Evander, damp with sweat, wrapped his arms around her from behind. After a long silence, he finally spoke, breaking the stillness. “Just make whatever you used to for lunch.”

Her eyelids fluttered. Her voice came out dry. “I don’t remember what you like.”

After all, she’d never really known him.

She used to pour her heart into making his meals, always trying something different, but every dish had come from Lana’s recommendations, never from Evander himself.

He said nothing for a while, his hand gliding over her skin, cool and smooth. “I’m not picky.”

Charlotte slipped from the bed and dressed before leaving for the kitchen to prepare a simple meal.

Evander, still in his robe, wandered in but kept his distance, leaning against the wall and watching her. His mind wandered back—he remembered her bustling around the kitchen, the way she’d bring out a table full of food with a dazzling smile, calling sweetly, “Honey, look! I finally mastered this recipe!”

And what had he said back then?

“No need.”

“Just leave it there.”

He glanced back at Charlotte. She caught his eye for a moment before looking away, utterly indifferent. Whoever was on the phone, it didn’t matter to her.

He turned away. “I’ll be right there.”

Evander hung up and headed for the kitchen. Before he could say a word, Charlotte switched off the stove and looked at him. “You won’t be staying for lunch, will you?”

“I’ll be back later.”

She nodded. “Alright.”

He watched her for a moment, then left for the bedroom to change.

After he was gone, Charlotte stared at the meal she’d finished preparing. Without a hint of emotion, she ladled it into a bowl. Wasting food was a shame—this lunch would be hers.

When Evander arrived at the hospital, the bodyguard stood awkwardly outside the room. Hans refused to let anyone come near; the moment they tried, he burst into tears.