Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 410

When Charlotte stepped into the restaurant that evening, she realized Evander was the only other guest.

He stood beneath the warm glow of the lights, sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled up to his forearms, lighting the candles on the table one by one.

Behind him, the city’s neon lights shimmered outside the tall windows, tracing the seductive outline of the night skyline.

In another time, she might have found the scene romantic.

She slowed her pace, uncertain, and stopped at the table. “What’s all this supposed to mean?”

He snuffed out the lighter and gave her a faint smile. “It’s been a long time since we shared a proper dinner together. I thought we could do this right, for once.”

Charlotte gathered herself. “You really didn’t have to make it so formal.”

He gave a small shrug. “Maybe this is my last chance.”

She stared, thrown by his words—it sounded like he was pleading for sympathy. She pulled out her chair and sat down. “Don’t make it sound like you’re dying. You’re not exactly terminally ill.”

Evander let out a quiet laugh. “Should I take that to mean you’d miss me if I were gone?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” She ignored him and waved the waiter over to order.

Evander just watched her, smiling silently.

Throughout the meal, he barely touched his food. Finally, he glanced up at her. “You know, in all these years, we’ve never had a real date, have we?”

She paused, unsure how to respond.

He cut his steak slowly, unhurried. “I always figured we’d make up for it on one of our trips, but we never got the chance.”

“Evander, what are you really trying to say?”

He answered with something else. “I still owe you a proper wedding.”

Wedding…

Charlotte’s face darkened. She set down her fork and knife. “So this is what tonight’s about? You wanted to say all this?”

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