Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 265

Evander let her tug him along, a faint smile playing at his lips. “You’re not lying to me?”

She answered without missing a beat, “I’m not.”

“Do you want to go to the auction?”

Charlotte shot him a puzzled look.

…

In the end, she agreed. After all, she’d been cooped up in the house for days—if she stayed any longer, she thought she might go stir-crazy.

That evening, Evander brought Charlotte to the auction house.

Natalie headed for the main gallery, while Evander led Charlotte to the private suites backstage.

For people of real status, there was no need to sit in the main auction hall. The backstage suites were private rooms, each equipped with a screen linked to the main stage, showing every item up for bid and the real-time prices. From the comfort of the suite, you could watch everything unfold.

“Mr. Howard, you’ve brought your wife to the auction this evening?”

As luck would have it, they ran into Chairman Lennox and his wife in the corridor on the second floor.

Evander replied with a nod, “A small world.”

Mrs. Lennox’s gaze lingered on Charlotte, who was holding onto Evander’s arm. Not only was she beautiful, but she carried herself with a natural poise.

Noticing Mrs. Lennox’s attention, Charlotte gave her a polite nod in greeting.

Then she caught sight of someone among a group of elegantly dressed men standing by the elevator—a face that seemed oddly familiar.

Judd.

Charlotte was visibly startled for a moment. She’d never seen Judd in a suit before, but he wore it sharply, every detail immaculate.

Several wealthy men clustered around him, laughing and chatting.

Just then, Judd looked over in their direction.

Evander narrowed his eyes.

Judd’s gaze flickered to Charlotte, then away, his expression unreadable. After exchanging a few words with the men beside him, he started walking over.

She’d always thought of him as distant and aloof, but after these past few days, she’d glimpsed a different, almost reckless side of Evander.

Did people really become someone else when a marriage was ending? Or was this the real Evander—the one she’d never truly known?

Judd frowned. “Given the long-standing friendship between my father and Dr. Sterling, a little concern is only natural.”

“Tell your father not to worry.” Evander slid an arm around Charlotte’s waist, pulling her close. “She’s my wife. I’ll take good care of her.”

Judd looked as if he wanted to say more, but Charlotte didn’t want him picking a fight with Evander on her behalf. She cut in, “Professor Carstairs, the auction’s about to start. I should go in with… Evander.”

Hearing her call him “Evander” instead of “Mr. Howard,” something strange flickered in Evander’s eyes.

Judd nodded. “I’ll leave you to it.”

He brushed past them, heading toward the suites.

Charlotte and Evander stepped into their private room. Before she could react, he caught her wrist and pulled her into his arms. His hand settled warmly at the nape of her neck, and suddenly his lips and nose were so close she could feel his breath.

“Who taught you to call me that?”