Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 537

Charlotte glanced back at him. "More responsibility means more restrictions. That's not for me."

Evander smiled without a word. If she truly chased fame and fortune, she would have been a celebrated name back in The Capital. Besides, a woman who would keep a landmark research paper anonymous for a decade clearly didn't care for such empty titles.

The more he learned about her, the more his heart ached for her, and the more he hated his past self.

Turning around, Charlotte noticed Evander had fallen far behind. "Are you window shopping?" she called out, puzzled.

Evander snapped out of his thoughts and caught up to her, a faint smile on his lips. His tone, however, was laced with an easy confidence. "I was admiring the view."

Her eyes scanned the hallway, which was lined with the same generic plants found everywhere in the building. "What view?"

His gaze settled on her, his eyes as deep as a moonlit pool. "You, of course."

His sudden directness caught her off guard. She coughed lightly and turned away. "You're ridiculous."

She quickened her pace. Do all men become such smooth talkers when they get older?

Watching her hasty retreat, Evander let out a low laugh—a sound filled with both the lightness of relief and the weight of someone cherishing what was almost lost.

They had just reached the lab when they came face-to-face with Judd.

Judd was discussing data with his assistant. When he turned, his eyes first fell on Charlotte, then shifted to the man beside her.

Though the mask obscured most of the man's face, a person's presence and the shape of their eyes don't change.

Charlotte bit her lip and stepped forward. "This is…"

He gestured with a 'please' and took the lead toward the conference room, his back straight and proud.

Evander adjusted his suit jacket and followed.

Watching them go, one after the other, Charlotte worried, They're not actually going to fight, are they?

Evander and Judd remained in the office for half an hour. Charlotte kept glancing over, but the blinds were drawn, obscuring her view.

Suddenly, Lilith bounced into the lab. "Hey everyone, good afternoon! I'm here for work!"

Since Lilith was the lab's nominal "investor" and a voluntary part-timer, her colleagues saw her as their resident benefactor just getting a taste of the real world. Her coming in late, leaving early, or not showing up at all was perfectly normal, and no one held it against her.

After all, who could dislike a gorgeous, wealthy heiress with such a vibrant and down-to-earth personality?