Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 385

“If he’s allowed to have feelings, am I not?” Her voice sharpened. “Over the past six years, I’ve had to swallow far more than he ever did. But apparently, I’m supposed to wait for him, and the moment he has to wait for me, it’s suddenly a tragedy?”

The bodyguard clammed up at once.

These two were terrifying enough when they were silent, but when they started arguing, it was like a standoff between titans.

How Natalie survived this marriage was anyone’s guess.

Evander clenched his jaw, then told the bodyguard to heat up his dinner.

Without another word, the bodyguard grabbed the plate and hurried off to the kitchen.

Now only Charlotte and Evander were left, staring each other down in the living room. Maybe it was because she was so stubborn, but Evander rubbed his forehead, thumb and fingers splayed. “I wasn’t that hungry earlier, that’s all…”

“If you starve, that’s your problem, not mine.”

Her total lack of sympathy made Evander laugh, unexpectedly.

“What’s so funny?”

He looked her straight in the eye. “You’re angry. That means you still care.”

Charlotte hesitated, then scoffed, tugging at the corner of her mouth. “If anything happened to you, the Howard family would make my life hell. I just hate trouble, that’s all.”

With that, she turned on her heel and disappeared into her room.

Evander pressed his lips together, but the faintest smile lingered.

—

The next morning, just as Charlotte was finishing breakfast, a message from Gentry popped up: [Professor Carstairs has some pretty eclectic tastes!]

Charlotte: [Like what?]

Gentry: [For pets, he likes reptiles. When it comes to food, it has to be spicy. His coffee? Freshly ground only, never instant.]

Charlotte: […I’m asking what kind of gift I should get him.]

Gentry: [You should have said so sooner. Get him a lighter!]

She blinked.

A lighter?

Judd didn’t smoke, did he?

Charlotte: [You’re not messing with me, are you?]

Gentry: [Trust me—give him a lighter and he’ll be thrilled!]

In the conference room, just as Gentry sent the message, Judd caught him using his phone.

Men. Never trust what they say.

—

The problem was, they were surprisingly hard to find in stores.

Gentry had recommended this particular shop.

Inside, it was more like a vintage store than anything else—old records, newspapers, antique watches, rare knickknacks of all kinds.

Nothing came cheap.

A retro-style metal lighter was going for thousands.

Charlotte didn’t bother haggling. She bought it on the spot.

Shopping bag in hand, she stepped out of the store—and froze.

Evander was getting out of a sleek Spyker C8 right in front of her.

She stopped in her tracks.

The man straightened his coat and started walking toward her.