Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 277

Evander really had fallen in love with her.

The moment that realization surfaced in her mind, Charlotte almost wanted to laugh.

The love she’d chased after for so long—always just out of reach—had finally found her, but only now, after she’d let go.

She slipped her hand from his embrace and said quietly, “We should head back.”

Without another glance, she stepped past Evander and walked toward the car.

Evander remained rooted to the spot, his lips pressed into a tight line.

He’d expected her to act this way. But wasn’t this exactly how he had treated her back then?

A soft, self-mocking laugh escaped him.

He glanced toward the car, watching her.

Who she once cared about no longer mattered. What mattered now was that, from here on out, he would make sure her heart belonged to him.

…

After Old Mr. Carstairs handed the entire nanomedicine research project over to Charlotte, her days grew busier than ever. Mornings found her at the hospital; afternoons, she rushed to the headquarters of Nebula Tech to oversee experiments.

Nebula Tech was the most advanced medical technology company in Riverspire City. Their latest AI healthcare program had just launched for public testing, and the response was overwhelmingly positive.

Harmony Hospital, in partnership with Nebula Tech, had even set up an independent AI night clinic.

All patients needed to do was enter their personal details, medical history, and symptoms. The AI would monitor their temperature, blood pressure, and heart rate, then send alerts to the emergency team if necessary.

If it detected signs of cardiovascular issues, the AI would immediately escalate the case to a human specialist.

Though AI couldn’t yet fully replace the night shift medical staff, it certainly eased their workload and cut down on the more tedious tasks.

One afternoon, Charlotte stood in the sterile lab in full protective gear, observing the technicians as they cultivated bacterial strains and carefully recording notes.

When the comparative data finally came in, she turned to leave—only to spot Judd and Hilary waiting outside the observation window.

Soon after, Charlotte left the sterile lab, passed through the air shower, and made her way to the changing room before finally stepping out into the hall.

Judd looked over at her. “How was your first day on the project?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

Charlotte lowered her voice. “Hope you don’t mind me asking, but people say germophobia is psychological. Did something happen to you?”

His movements stilled. He looked up and met her clear gaze for a long moment. “You’re right—it’s a pretty personal question.”

Charlotte laughed softly.

“Let’s just say… childhood trauma.”

Childhood…

Unbidden, Charlotte’s thoughts drifted back to those kids she’d known all those years ago.

Judd unscrewed the cap from his water bottle. “Why do you ask?”

She snapped out of her reverie and shook her head. “Just curious, that’s all.”