Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 174

Pick her up?

Charlotte frowned in confusion. Had he lost his mind today?

She hesitated to answer, and his voice on the phone dropped, low and insistent. “You don’t want to?”

There was no point arguing with him.

“I’m at the Market Street intersection.”

Evander grunted in acknowledgment and hung up.

Charlotte waited by the bus stop at the corner of Market Street for only a few minutes before that familiar car glided to a stop along the curb, beside the manicured hedges.

She got in, buckled her seatbelt without a word. Evander’s gaze lingered on her, unreadable as ever. “Are you feeling okay?”

Her hands paused for a beat, but her expression didn’t change. “I’m fine. I already took my medicine.”

Evander frowned but said nothing.

Suddenly remembering what was ahead, Charlotte turned to him. “Should I change clothes?”

Tonight’s event was bound to be a little formal.

Leaning back in his seat, Evander pinched the bridge of his nose. “No need.”

She didn’t ask again.

By seven o’clock, they arrived at Celestia Towers, the most renowned and lavish fine dining restaurant in the city.

Charlotte had thought the “Imperial Suite” was extravagant, but it paled compared to the legendary “Elysian Hall.” The minimum rental for this banquet space was close to ninety thousand dollars a night—and even if you had the money, booking it was almost impossible.

Stepping into the grand hall, Charlotte was stunned. The space was built like a palace, all marble columns and gilded balustrades, breathtaking in its opulence. No wonder this place was nearly impossible to book.

As soon as Evander walked in, a steady stream of socialites and dignitaries approached to greet him—local officials, medical association board members, distinguished professors and specialists.

A few of them looked familiar to Charlotte.

Evander, noticing Charlotte’s attention linger on Wesley, set down his glass and strode over to the trio.

Jensen spotted him and blinked in surprise. “Evander?”

Evander nodded. “Uncle Jensen, Aunt Ilse—you made it.”

“Your grandmother asked us to come,” Jensen replied, then glanced over at Charlotte, looking surprised. “You’re here with Lottie?”

Even Ilse looked taken aback.

After all, in the six years since Charlotte had married Evander—other than a few occasions at Rosemary’s insistence—she’d never seen Evander bring his wife to a public event.

“Is there a problem?” Evander asked, not really answering but not denying it, either.

Jensen gave an awkward chuckle. “No, nothing at all. It’s just rare to see you bring your wife to something like this.”

“My wife?” Wesley looked at Evander, eyes wide.