Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 230

“Is it a secret crush? Doesn’t matter—crush or not, it’s all the same in the end.”

Judd turned to look at them.

His gaze swept over Gentry and landed on Charlotte.

Noreen followed his line of sight, and the smile on her face vanished in an instant, replaced by a nervous tension.

Judd didn’t linger—his expression gave nothing away as he looked away.

Gentry strode over, clapping Judd on the shoulder. “Judd, you walk around with a face like thunder every day—how do you expect to find a wife like that? Just look at Ms. Lennox; she’s practically inviting you out with open arms! At least show some reaction, man!”

Noreen’s cheeks burned so hot she couldn’t even look in Judd’s direction.

Judd lifted his eyes to Gentry. “I did. I told her I was busy.”

Gentry was speechless.

You really are something else.

Charlotte glanced at Noreen. No wonder she’d dragged Charlotte to Judd’s office that day—she’d obviously seen her as some kind of love rival.

Poor girl. Charlotte hadn’t transferred to Riverside District General to play the dating game.

Just then, her phone rang.

It was her mentor calling.

Charlotte stepped aside to take the call. As she turned away, Judd’s gaze flickered toward her for a brief moment before he looked away again—but Noreen caught it, and her heart sank.

Noreen bowed her head, feeling miserable.

...

At lunchtime, Charlotte made her way to a quiet restaurant to meet Old Mr. Carstair for lunch.

Inside the private dining room, aside from Old Mr. Carstair, Winston and Mrs. Rivers were waiting.

“Lottie, you really are in Riverspire City!” Mrs. Rivers greeted her warmly, reaching out to clasp her hand. Her smile was gentle and familiar.

Charlotte smiled back. “Yes, and I have you to thank for encouraging me to consider District General.”

Mrs. Rivers guided her to the seat beside her. Old Mr. Carstair looked surprised and turned to Winston. “Since when did your wife take such a shine to my student?”

Winston, seeing his wife so pleased, just smiled. “It’s fate.”

Old Mr. Carstair was about to introduce them, but at that, he just said, “Lottie, Judd can be a real piece of work—don’t let him lord his position over you. Just ignore him if he does.”

The Riverses laughed at that.

Charlotte pressed her lips together to stifle a smile—was she really supposed to answer that?

Throughout the meal, Charlotte quietly listened as the elders chatted, answering when spoken to. Judd, unsurprisingly, didn’t say a word the entire time, as if he existed in a world entirely his own.

Genius always comes with a touch of isolation.

That saying rang true.

“Oh, Lottie, do you have a boyfriend?” Mrs. Rivers asked suddenly, catching Charlotte off guard so badly she almost choked on her drink.

Awkward, Charlotte replied, “No, I don’t...”

Mrs. Rivers was about to say more, but Charlotte quickly added, “But I am in the middle of a divorce.”

Mrs. Rivers stared at her in surprise. “You were married?”

Judd looked up at her, his eyes unreadable.