Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 586

The thought surfaced, unbidden: only when the grandmother was dead could he rightfully claim the contract...

A moment later, Charlotte collected herself. "I know what you're trying to say. You're worried that once we're engaged, the internal strife of the Rayburn family will entangle Evander, aren't you?"

Miranda didn't speak, but her silence was an admission.

"Don't worry, the Rayburns will handle their own family matters. Besides, my brother is still here to manage things."

Miranda lifted her teacup. "I admit I got carried away with the situation in Riverspire City. I went too far, and I apologize."

Charlotte paused, then raised her own cup and clinked it against Miranda's. "I accept your apology."

After taking a sip, Miranda said, "Then what's past is past. If you have time, you should go back to The Capital to see your grandmother."

An awkward expression crossed Charlotte's face. "But Evander and I have already..."

"Already what?" Miranda frowned. "Divorced? Didn't he tell you?"

Charlotte was confused. "Tell me what?"

"Your divorce was never finalized. Legally, you're still husband and wife."

...

It was half-past eight in the evening when Charlotte returned to Midvale Estates.

As she stepped out of her car, she looked up and saw Evander waiting for her not far away. He was leaning against his car door, the lamplight casting a faint shadow across the sharp contours of his profile.

She walked toward him. Evander straightened up, his gaze falling on her somber face. He frowned. "Did my mother give you a hard time?"

"No."

Evander's eyes locked onto hers, as if trying to absorb every nuance of her expression.

He paused for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled. "Elliot's father did officially recognize me as his godson. So, aside from the name, my identity isn't entirely fake, is it?"

She was at a loss for words.

"Any other questions?" He brought his handsome face even closer, his scent enveloping her in an instant. Charlotte subconsciously lowered her eyes, a gesture that in his view seemed shy and alluring. His fingertips, calloused and warm, gently brushed her jawline and traced her trembling lips.

His voice was deep and husky, like a feather stroking her heart. "Don't worry. I will take care of every single thing that's bothering you."

He bent down, but before his kiss could land, Sean's cough echoed from behind them.

The two of them jumped apart.

Charlotte's face flushed crimson. "Dad, you're here..."

Sean shot Evander a glare. If he'd been a moment later, this man would have swallowed his daughter whole.