Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 393

“So it’s Chairman Lennox,” Evander said with a faint smile. “What a coincidence, you’re right next door.”

Chairman Lennox smiled back. “It certainly is.”

Evander glanced at Charlotte. “I thought my wife must have spotted someone she couldn’t bear to part with—turns out it was your daughter.”

At that, the Lennox family turned to look at her.

Charlotte forced a smile, managing to recover quickly. “I made plans to meet Noreen. I didn’t expect her to be in the private room right next to ours.”

Mrs. Lennox’s tone softened as she looked at her daughter. “You had an appointment with Mrs. Howard—why didn’t you say so earlier?”

“Did you ever give me a chance to?”

“You—” Chairman Lennox started, annoyance flaring, but he caught himself when he remembered there were others present. He glanced apologetically at Evander and Charlotte. “Sorry you had to see that. My daughter does have a bit of a temper.”

Evander nodded politely. “I hope we’re not interrupting anything?”

Mrs. Lennox jumped in, “Not at all. Would you like to come in and join us for a while?”

“We appreciate your kindness, Mrs. Lennox. Perhaps another time,” Evander replied before Charlotte could say a word, slipping his arm around her shoulders and steering her back toward their room.

At the doorway, Charlotte pulled away from him. “What was that about?”

“Eavesdropping on someone else’s conversation—did you find it amusing?”

She bristled. “And what’s it got to do with you?”

His expression darkened, almost imperceptibly. “You may think it’s nothing, but as long as we’re still married, it’s my business.”

There was no point arguing with him—Charlotte knew she’d never win.

She turned away, refusing to engage any further.

Evander said nothing more and pushed open the door to their room.

…

Noreen’s shoulders slumped. She nodded. “Nothing’s changed. That’s just how it is when you’re a Lennox.”

“Do you even know who they’ve picked out for you?”

Charlotte lowered her gaze, unsure how to comfort her. She knew there were some things she simply couldn’t help with.

Later, Charlotte headed to Hiram’s room.

The nurse told her that Hiram’s mental state had improved—he was much more stable these days, and the thoughts of self-harm seemed to have faded.

Charlotte pushed open the hospital room door. “Hiram.”

Hiram put down his book and looked up. “Sis, you’re here.”

“How are you feeling?” she asked, walking to the bedside and noticing a stack of books on the nightstand. “And these?”