Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 259

Tricia ignored the anger blazing in his eyes and slowly got to her feet. “You want me to shut up? Fine. But you’ll have to do something for me first.”

Jonathan’s tone was ice-cold. “Tricia, you really think you’re in any position to bargain?”

“If you refuse, I’ll tell Charlotte the truth.”

She’d barely finished before Jonathan shot up, his hand clamping around her throat. “You wouldn’t dare!”

Tricia’s face turned scarlet, her breath caught, but there wasn’t an ounce of fear in her gaze—only a wild, almost deranged defiance. “Go ahead. Kill me, if you’ve got the guts.”

“You think I won’t?”

“You don’t have it in you.” Tricia’s jaw was tight, veins standing out at her temple, her eyes bloodshot. “You have nothing to show for all this. You really want to throw your entire future away?”

For a moment, Jonathan looked dazed. Then, reluctantly, he released her.

Tricia collapsed onto the sofa, gasping and coughing, desperate for air.

Jonathan stood there for a long moment, then turned his back on her. “What do you want this time?”

“I know you have a decent relationship with Mr. Carstairs. I want you to introduce me to him.”

At that, Jonathan actually laughed, turning to look at her in disbelief. “You’re delusional. Judd isn’t like me—he’d never give someone like you the time of day.”

Tricia’s expression darkened. “If I’m trash, what does that make Charlotte? She already slept with Evander!”

“She’s only ever been with Evander. You, on the other hand—how many men have you been with?”

Tricia’s face twisted in fury, words caught in her throat.

Jonathan sneered at her. “Even Evander won’t touch you, and you think you stand a chance with Judd?”

“Are you going to help me or not?”

“If I help you, what do I get?”

“I’ll give you a secret.”

He eyed her skeptically.

Tricia gave a cold, sharp laugh. “Believe it or not, Evander was kidnapped once. He lost all memory of it. And Charlotte might be the one who saved him back then—only Evander doesn’t know it.”

“My wife wrapped it for me.”

Evander glanced down at the now slightly stained bandage, oddly reluctant to change it.

Mr. Grove grinned. “Seems your marriage is still in the honeymoon phase, Mr. Howard. That rag’s a mess and you still can’t bear to take it off. If your wife saw it, she’d be worried sick.”

Worried?

The smile on Evander’s face faded just a little.

If only she did worry.

Still, he believed she would, sooner or later.

After a few more drinks and another half hour of conversation, the two men left the restaurant with their entourages.

The driver pulled the car up to the curb for Evander, and his bodyguard opened the rear door.

He slid into the back seat. From the front passenger seat, Natalie glanced back at him. “Mr. Howard, Tricia arrived in Riverspire City two days ago. She’s now working with Professor Aldridge’s team.”