Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 226

The receptionist gestured to the left. “Just down there.”

“Thank you.”

Charlotte walked up to the office door and knocked.

When she heard a response, she opened the door and stepped inside.

These offices were all shared by two people. Besides Director Wolfe, a young female doctor was also present.

Director Wolfe glanced at Charlotte, momentarily taken aback. “And you are?”

“Hello. I’m Charlotte—I interviewed with the deputy director last week. Here’s my résumé. Looks like we’ll be colleagues from now on.”

She handed her file over.

Director Wolfe flipped through the pages, eyebrows raised in surprise. “You were chief surgeon at your last hospital? And you’re this young—and, well, this striking?”

The young doctor looked just as astonished.

Charlotte merely smiled and didn’t respond. After a moment, she asked, “You’re my senior, so I’ll call you Professor Wolfe, if that’s all right. Also, could you tell me where my office is?”

Pleased by the respect, and gratified by the deference to his experience, Director Wolfe was clearly satisfied with her. He turned to the younger woman beside him. “Noreen, would you show Director Sterling to her office?”

Noreen Lennox stood up, gave Charlotte a quick once-over, and replied without much enthusiasm, “Follow me.”

Charlotte nodded her thanks to Director Wolfe and left with Noreen.

As they walked down the hallway, Charlotte glanced curiously around, intrigued by her new workplace. Noreen looked back at her. There were plenty of pretty nurses in this hospital, but none of them came close to Charlotte.

How could someone have such delicate features—a perfectly shaped oval face, so small you could cup it in your palm, and those large, striking eyes? She looked like she’d stepped out of a painting.

Even her demeanor was different from everyone else’s.

And on top of it all, she was a department chief.

Noticing a faint edge of hostility from Noreen, Charlotte frowned slightly. “Did I offend you somehow?”

Charlotte turned, and the moment their eyes met, her heart skipped a beat.

For a split second, she almost thought he was Evander.

They didn’t actually look alike, but there was something about his presence—those deep, cool eyes, the sharp features. The kind of face that left an impression.

But while this man had a striking, almost arrogant handsomeness, Evander’s appeal was more understated—elegant, reserved, quietly magnetic.

“Sorry, I wasn’t going to touch it. I just wanted a closer look.”

“Who told you you could come in here?”

There was a clear note of displeasure in his tone.

Charlotte guessed he was probably used to having the office to himself, and couldn’t blame him for being annoyed at the sudden intrusion. “A doctor named Noreen brought me here. She said this would be my office, too.”

He frowned, setting down the file he was holding. “I paid for this office myself because I don’t like being disturbed. So, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”