Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 276

During a break in the meeting, Charlotte excused herself to the restroom.

Noticing her leave, Tricia stood and followed.

At the sink, Charlotte glanced up and caught sight of the other woman in the mirror. “You waited for me on purpose, didn’t you?”

Tricia pulled out her lipstick and touched up her lips. “And what if I did? After everything that’s happened, Charlotte, don’t you see the difference between us?”

“All the things I’ve been through—weren’t they your doing?” Charlotte flicked the water from her hands, her face cold and unreadable. “You’re still carrying the weight of two lives on your conscience.”

Tricia’s expression froze for a moment. She capped her lipstick, turning to face Charlotte. “So what? Do you have proof? Even Evander hasn’t laid a finger on me—what can you possibly do?”

Charlotte grabbed her wrist, her eyes sharp as ice. “You want to find out what I can do?”

“Oh, what, you’re going to hit me now—?”

Before Tricia could finish, Charlotte’s hand whipped across her face.

Tricia’s head snapped to the side. As she recovered and started to retaliate, Charlotte caught her wrist in a steely grip. “Do you remember a nurse named Vera?”

Tricia’s eyes widened in shock.

Charlotte gave a low, satisfied laugh. “You handed me the evidence yourself. I couldn’t be happier.”

She let go of Tricia’s wrist and strode out of the restroom, leaving Tricia standing there, her face darkening with each passing second.

How could she have forgotten that woman?

No—she couldn’t let Charlotte threaten her. Not now.

…

After the meeting ended, Charlotte walked out of the building with Old Mr. Carstairs and several others, the group laughing and chatting as they went.

Natalie was already waiting by the car, and as the rear window rolled down, everyone caught a glimpse of the striking man inside.

A few acquaintances approached to greet him, exchanging a few friendly words.

Old Mr. Carstairs paused beside Charlotte and turned to her. “Lottie, I’d like you to take over coordination on the nanomedicine development project from now on.”

Charlotte blinked in surprise. “Me? Alone?”

“Of course not. Hilary will be with you, and worst case, there’s always young Judd.”

Charlotte nodded. “I will.”

Once Old Mr. Carstairs and his secretary had left, Evander reached for her hand. Despite the summer sun, her hand was surprisingly cool. “Was the air conditioning inside too strong? Your hand’s freezing.”

“It’s always like this,” she replied softly.

If he’d paid closer attention back then, he might have noticed she’d always had cold hands.

She tried to pull her hand away, but he gently tugged her closer, tucking her hand against his chest. “From now on, I’ll keep your hands warm.”

A flicker of surprise crossed Charlotte’s face.

When he said “from now on,” for a moment she thought she’d misheard.

Ever since she’d brought up divorce, no matter how resolute she’d been, Evander acted as if he didn’t hear her.

Whenever she mentioned it, he dodged the topic.

Even when her indifference was plain as day, he chose to look the other way…