Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 21

"I'll have Natalie drive you home."

Evander pulled his arm free from her grasp and strode away without another glance.

As she watched Evander leave her behind, Tricia's grip tightened on her bracelet. Her eyes flashed with venom.

Damn Charlotte.

How dare she think she can compete with me for a man!

Tricia stepped aside, pulled out her phone, and quickly dialed a number.

…

Charlotte had just reached the parking lot when she noticed Jonathan following her.

She turned, surprised. "Jonathan?"

He stopped in front of her and shrugged. "I believe in you, Charlotte. You're not that kind of person."

She blinked. "Why…why do you trust me?"

"I trust Professor Carstairs's judgment." Jonathan crossed his arms, a wry smile on his lips. "The old man never gets it wrong. And neither do I, especially when it comes to spotting fakes."

Jonathan was notorious for his sharp eye when it came to women. In their social circles, he'd even earned the nickname "ladies' confidant."

He'd seen every type of woman there was. Anyone trying to play games in front of him was just asking for trouble.

Charlotte couldn't help but laugh. "Thanks, Jonathan."

"No need to thank me, Charlotte." He stepped a little closer, lowering his voice. "Need any help?"

She met his gaze, puzzled. Before she could answer, a cool voice came from behind them. "Mr. Pembroke, is it my wife who's caught your interest?"

Charlotte didn't have to turn around to know who it was. She kept her eyes on Jonathan.

Of all the people who had set her up tonight, Tricia was hardly the one who could truly humiliate her. The person who could make her feel that sting stood right behind her.

Jonathan gave a low chuckle. "Mr. Howard, did you lose your new girlfriend already? Or is she still waiting for her promotion from ‘trial run' status?"

Evander ignored his taunt and stopped in front of them, reaching out to seize Charlotte's arm and pulling her firmly to his side. "I need to speak with her."

"Oh? This about your new girlfriend?"

"This doesn't concern you, Mr. Pembroke."

That was always his way, wasn't it?

"You slapped her."

"So what?" Charlotte's smile vanished. She looked him dead in the eye. "You planning to slap me back for her?"

Evander's gaze locked onto hers.

Six years of marriage, and only now did he realize she could be this stubborn.

She was far more appealing like this than when she just accepted everything quietly.

"I always thought you were a pushover."

Charlotte stiffened. "Excuse me?"

A pushover?

So that's how he sees me—someone easy to control?

Evander let her go and loosened his tie. "This is over. Don't bring it up again, and stay away from Tricia from now on."