Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 558

The sky slowly darkened, and the city lights began to glow, casting a warm halo over the streets.

They had been out all day. A cool night breeze picked up, and Charlotte, dressed lightly, shivered.

Evander immediately took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. “Don’t catch a cold.”

Charlotte clutched the lapels. The jacket still carried his faint, woody scent from his laundry detergent—a smell that was once so familiar, then one she had deliberately tried to forget.

She was suddenly reminded of the time Tricia had set her up, nearly causing her to be assaulted in a private room. Jonathan Pembroke had taken her to the hospital afterward.

Evander had put his jacket on her then, too. But at that time, it had been an act of pure possessiveness, a display of his displeasure at her being close to Jonathan. Not like now, where his eyes were filled with genuine concern.

Reading something in her expression, Evander felt a sharp, piercing pain in his heart.

He wanted to say, “I’m sorry,” but the words felt too hollow. Bringing up the past again might shatter the fragile peace of the moment.

He knew he still had a long way to go before she could truly forgive him.

He looked away. “I’ll take you home.”

Charlotte nodded.

As they walked toward the car, they passed a flower shop where the pregnant owner was trying to sell flowers to a customer.

She spotted them and called out, “Young lady, it’s Valentine’s Day! Won’t you let your boyfriend buy you a bouquet?”

“Valentine’s Day?”

They both looked at each other in surprise.

Charlotte had assumed he knew, but clearly…

Evander coughed into his hand, a hint of embarrassment on his face. His eyes quickly zeroed in on the most vibrant roses in the display case.

He turned to the owner. “All the roses in your shop—I’ll take them.”

The owner stared. “All of them?”

Charlotte was just as stunned.

“Yes, all of them.” Evander pulled out his wallet. “Do you take card?”

The owner, snapping out of her shock, nodded vigorously. “Yes, we do!”

“Are you telling me the truth?” Ilse Sylvan Howard shot up from her chair, her eyes bloodshot with a hint of panic.

It wasn't until her assistant handed her a photo of Evander with Charlotte that she finally believed it. Evander was alive.

“He’s actually not dead!” Ilse’s hand, clutching the photo, trembled.

She staggered back and collapsed onto the sofa. “When the Jensen matriarch moved to acquire Cloudcrest Medical Group, I knew something was wrong. That company is her life’s work! No matter how far the Howard family has fallen, we would never be in a position to need a buyout of Cloudcrest!”

Her assistant added cautiously, “Could it be that the Jensen matriarch knew Mr. Howard was still alive?”

The suggestion struck a chord. Ilse’s eyes hardened. “So what if she did? He hasn’t lifted a finger for Howard Enterprises in six months. As long as we can take complete control of Howard Enterprises and Cloudcrest before he returns…”

The assistant looked at Ilse, then quickly lowered her head. She had said too much.

After leaving the office, the assistant went to the stairwell and made a call, relaying everything Ilse had just said.

The person on the other end was silent for a moment before replying, “Just cooperate with her for now and report her every move to me. But be careful.”

“Yes… Yes. I’ll be careful.”