Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 435

Charlotte hadn't eaten much for dinner and was feeling hungry. She went back inside to change before heading over to Judd's apartment.

It was her first time inside his place. The space was open and immaculately clean, almost spartan. There was no clutter to be seen.

She looked around. "You don't have much furniture."

"I don't like complicated environments," he said, taking off his suit jacket. Underneath, he wore a crisp white shirt with a pinhole collar. She'd never seen him dressed so formally.

"Did you get your family matter sorted out?" she asked.

Judd paused for a second before walking to the table and arranging the kebabs on a platter. "It wasn't anything important." He handed her a skewer. "Here, see if this has enough seasoning."

Charlotte took it and sat down. "Mmm, this is good."

Judd went to the fridge. "What would you like to drink?"

"Anything's fine."

He opened a bottle of soda and placed it in front of her. "Thanks," she said, taking it.

After finishing the kebab, she took a long drink of the soda.

"You eat quite a bit," Judd observed.

She paused mid-chew. He smiled. "But you're so thin. You should eat more."

"Is… is this my last meal?" she asked warily.

Seeing her suspicious look, he let out a short laugh and sat up straight. "What on earth is going through that head of yours?"

"Well, you invite me over for a late-night snack as soon as you get back and tell me to eat up. I thought it might be my final supper."

She was only half-joking.

But his expression was suddenly serious. "If you wanted to eat like this every day, I could make it for you every day."

Charlotte froze. The abrupt shift in conversation caught her completely off guard, and she didn't dare respond.

Noticing her flustered, wandering gaze, Judd raised a hand toward her face.

Charlotte instinctively leaned back.

"Don't move."

His quiet command rooted her to the spot. She looked at him, confused.

Judd was talking with a colleague in the hallway. Interrupted, he turned his head, his expression indifferent. "Leave it on my desk."

"But your mother said you should eat it while it's hot. It won't be as good cold."

"Don't do more than you're asked," Judd said, a hint of warning in his calm voice.

Vickie bit her lip. "Fine."

She took the lunch box to Judd's office. On her way out, she made a detour to find Charlotte.

Charlotte was at her workstation writing a report. Vickie saw an employee walk past Charlotte's desk with a cup of hot water and deliberately bumped into them. The scalding water splashed onto Charlotte's hand. She shot up from her chair with a cry of pain, a large red patch already forming on her skin.

"It wasn't me—" the employee stammered in panic.

Vickie feigned embarrassment. "Oh, dear, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you." Then she turned to Charlotte. "Miss Sterling, I didn't do it on purpose. I feel terrible that you got burned."

Charlotte's face darkened. She took a deep breath. "Of course you didn't do it on purpose."

Vickie smirked.

"Because you did it deliberately." Before Vickie could react, Charlotte grabbed a glass of water from her desk and threw it in her face.