Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 379

The moment Evander spoke up, Wesley was left speechless.

Honestly, he had to admit—he was being shameless.

But before Wesley could retort, Evander straightened up, suddenly looking serious. “Just kidding. It wouldn’t do to show up empty-handed to meet your mother, would it? Let’s save this for another day.”

Wesley forced a smile, teeth clenched. “No need to put it off. My mother doesn’t lack for anything. Or are you getting cold feet, Mr. Howard?”

The more evasive Evander acted, the more Wesley wanted to press him.

“If Mr. Rayburn insists I meet her, I suppose I’ll have to comply.”

Charlotte tugged at the corner of her mouth, then looked away. “Wes, Mom’s waiting for us.”

Wesley said nothing more. With Charlotte, he headed down the hall, Evander following at a leisurely pace. The group took the elevator to the twelfth floor, arriving at the VIP private care suite. Julian lingered at the door, turning slightly to watch them step inside.

Mrs. Rayburn had just taken her medication and was now resting against the headboard, her hands still busy sewing a tiny dress for a doll.

Two housekeepers stood by her bedside, keeping her company.

Hearing footsteps outside, one housekeeper went to the door. Seeing Wesley and Charlotte, she smiled and nodded. “Good afternoon, sir, miss. You’re here.”

Charlotte returned the smile and entered the room with Wesley.

Wesley approached the bed, glancing at the doll-sized dress in his mother’s hands, and smiled. “Mom, I brought Charlotte to see you.”

Mrs. Rayburn looked up then, immediately setting aside her needlework. “My daughter’s here?”

“Mom.” Charlotte sat down on the edge of the bed, taking her mother’s hand. “Aren’t you supposed to be resting? Why are you… making clothes for your daughter?”

She’d almost said “for the doll,” but over the years, her mother had come to treat the dolls as a kind of comfort. Charlotte decided to go along with it.

“Do you like it?” Mrs. Rayburn ran her fingers over the half-finished princess dress, her eyes full of affection.

Charlotte nodded. “If it’s made by you, I’ll love it—no matter what.”

She looked crestfallen. “But I really want to play with my daughter…”

Wesley was at a loss for words.

Charlotte was taken aback. She hadn’t expected that at all.

Wesley nearly laughed out loud in disbelief, his voice low and sharp. “Evander, you really have no shame.”

To trick a patient with a fragile mind—unbelievable!

But before he could finish, Mrs. Rayburn gave her answer, cheerful and decisive. “Sure! You’re handsome—you can play my daughter’s husband!”

Evander smiled, a picture of gentle composure. “Then from now on, I’ll be your daughter’s husband, won’t I?”