Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 273

During their entire stay at Summitview Wellness Retreat, even that night when he had forced himself on her, they’d never actually shared a bed.

His gaze was dark and inscrutable. “I heard you talking in your sleep.”

Charlotte stiffened. She talked in her sleep?

Did she say something?

Seeing her lost and flustered expression, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “You look nervous. Who were you dreaming about?”

Charlotte avoided his eyes. “No one…”

Evander’s smile faded a little, his eyes lingering on her, his whole demeanor unreadable.

His stare made her skin prickle. Turning away, Charlotte lay on her side. “I’m going to sleep.”

He pulled her gently into his arms from behind, his cheek resting against her neck. “Okay. Sleep.”

Charlotte curled up slightly, frozen, and closed her eyes.

The next morning.

Charlotte and Evander had breakfast together in the living room, though her mind kept drifting back to last night’s dream.

She couldn’t make sense of it. Maybe it was just because she’d run into Judd these past few days that her subconscious had projected the boy from her dream onto him…

Back then, if that boy hadn’t distracted the attacker, she and Evander would never have escaped so easily…

Later, the news reported only two survivors from that incident. So that boy must not have made it.

How could it possibly be Judd?

Evander had been quietly observing her from behind his coffee cup. He set some food on her plate. “Just a bad dream. Nothing to worry about.”

Just a bad dream…

Hearing him say that, Charlotte couldn’t help but feel a pang of bitterness.

Of course. He’d long forgotten.

At that moment, Natalie came over to Evander’s side, leaned in, and murmured something in his ear. Evander set down his knife and fork and dabbed his mouth with a napkin, his movements unhurried. “Did they sign the contract yet?”

Natalie replied, “It’s done.”

“When are they moving out?”

“They said they can be out today.”

After Natalie left, Evander looked up at Charlotte. “I bought the Sterling estate back for you. Once we’re back in the city, you can live wherever you want.”

Evander’s expression grew stormy as he clenched his cutlery.

The caregiver came over with a box, just about to pack up the food, when she noticed blood welling from Evander’s hand again, staining the edge of the steak knife. She gasped, startled. “Mr. Howard, your hand—”

The old wound hadn’t healed, and now it was bleeding again.

Maybe the pain helped him forget what he wanted to forget.

He remained composed. “It’s fine. You can go ahead.”

The caregiver packed up the meal as quickly as she could and hurried off.

This Mr. Howard…

He must have some kind of self-destructive streak.

…

Charlotte barely had a moment to herself at the hospital. She jumped straight into several surgeries, only managing a few bites of breakfast and lunch in between.

It wasn’t until late afternoon, after she’d finally wrapped up, that she walked out of the operating room and spotted Judd talking with a patient’s family.

Maybe it was last night’s strange dream, but she couldn’t help giving him a second, lingering look.