Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 270

Judd slipped his shirt back on. “Honestly, I didn’t really think about it at the time.”

Gentry jabbed him in the chest, tracing a heart with his finger. “Well, you never know—maybe you’ve caught some feelings?”

“Professor Carstairs? Are you in…” Charlotte pushed the door open and walked in just in time to witness the scene.

She froze, her expression flickering with embarrassment before she forced a smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll just step out.”

Gentry snapped out of it, hastily shoving Judd aside and hurrying after her. “Wait! It’s not what it looks like! There’s nothing going on between us!”

He caught up with Charlotte in the hallway, trying to explain. Just as Judd emerged from the room, Gentry said, “You two talk. I’ll be on my way!”

Watching Gentry leave, Charlotte couldn’t help but ask, “Is Dr. Moore always this… energetic?”

“That’s just how he is,” Judd replied, glancing at her. “Did you need something?”

“I just wanted to check if you were okay.” Charlotte admitted she didn’t quite understand how someone with a phobia of germs might feel, but Judd had looked genuinely shaken earlier.

“I’m fine.”

“Sorry about earlier. The one who should’ve gotten hit was me—you didn’t have to step in for me.”

“I didn’t step in for you.” Judd hesitated for half a second, his face unreadable. “I just couldn’t stop in time.”

Charlotte looked mortified. “Right… well, I’m still sorry…”

He gave her a level look. “Is ‘sorry’ the only thing you know how to say?”

“Thank you?”

Judd let out a faint sigh. “Forget it. Next time you run into someone that unstable, just stay away.”

Charlotte looked at him. She’d only known Judd for about a month since arriving in Riverspire City, but she felt she was starting to understand him.

He was one of those people—stern on the outside, all warmth underneath.

“Maybe I should buy you dinner as an apology?” she offered.

Judd turned to look at her, and for a moment she couldn’t tell if he was joking or serious. Suddenly, he burst out laughing. “Maybe wait until you’re divorced.”

She froze.

“I don’t want apologies, and I don’t feel vindicated!” Charlotte pressed her hands on the desk. “You’re the one who hit him, but guess who his mother came after? Me!”

“If next time it’s someone else, and they come at me with a knife, am I supposed to—?”

“You won’t have to.” Evander cut her off, standing and walking over to her. “I won’t let something like that happen to you.”

Charlotte gave a bitter laugh. “Oh, and how rare is it for something like this to happen?”

“Charlotte.” Evander’s chest rose and fell sharply. Every time she brought up the past, he felt an ache in his heart, a fear he could never shake.

She turned her face away, saying nothing more.

He stood there, breathing heavily, then placed his hands gently on her shoulders. “The Pembroke family doesn’t know who you are. Even if Jonathan said something, there’s no reason for them to keep hiding your identity.”

Charlotte understood what he was getting at.

If the Pembrokes had known who she truly was, Mrs. Pembroke never would have confronted her the way she did today.

“I’ll look into it,” Evander said, tracing his thumb along her cheek, his gaze deepening. “I’ll make sure the Pembrokes come and apologize to you personally.”