Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 233

She looked at him in surprise. “You’re married?”

“Married young, divorced young,” he replied with a shrug.

Noreen seemed lost in thought before turning to him. “So, if you’re divorced now, you’re single again. What if Professor Carstairs happens to like you...?”

“That’s his problem, not mine. Just because he likes me, doesn’t mean I have to like him back, does it? My last marriage was a disaster—I’m really not looking for another relationship. It’s not like falling in love and getting married is the only way to live your life.”

“Honestly, being single, free to do whatever you want, go wherever you want, spend your own money—doesn’t that sound way better?”

Charlotte laughed, her eyes shining with a clarity and brightness that left no room for doubt about what she wanted from life.

Noreen stared at her smile, caught off guard for a moment.

Is this what it feels like to be genuinely charming?

The more she looked at Charlotte, the more she felt guilty.

She really didn’t seem as arrogant as the other nurses made her out to be…

“You… you’re not mad at me?”

Charlotte tilted her head. “Mad at you? For what?”

Noreen relented, sighing. “Well, I guess I can’t totally blame you. You’re just too pretty—even a guy like Professor Carstairs can’t help but look at you twice. That’s why I saw you as competition.”

“I know Professor Carstairs would never go for me. I’m not that pretty, and I’m certainly not that special.”

“Why compare yourself to anyone else?” Charlotte gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “You’re amazing in your own way. There’s only one you in this whole world.”

Noreen lowered her gaze. No one had ever told her she was “one of a kind” before.

“And honestly, it’s not that you’re not beautiful. I think you just don’t know how to show it off,” Charlotte teased gently.

Amid the hum of conversation, Evander was in his element—charming, effortlessly magnetic, impossible to ignore.

“Mr. Howard, did you come to Riverspire City alone this time? No plus-one?” the Lennox patriarch asked, clinking glasses with him.

Men like Evander, after all, never lacked for female company.

Evander simply raised his glass.

The patriarch, sharp-eyed as ever, caught sight of the wedding band on Evander’s left hand and raised an eyebrow. “Married, are you?”

“It’s been a few years now,” Evander replied.

“Seems I’m a bit behind on the news.”

Evander paused for a moment, bringing the glass to his lips, a hint of a smile flickering in his eyes. “That’s because I never made it public.”