Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 632

Charlotte Sterling’s eyelashes fluttered. “Then what would be enough?”

Evander let out a low chuckle, his voice dangerously husky. “Charlotte, are you doing this on purpose?”

She feigned ignorance. “What do you mean, on purpose?”

His thumb brushed the corner of her lips. “You know perfectly well I’m barely holding back.”

Charlotte wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in close to his ear, whispering, “Oh, so you are holding back. For a moment there, I thought you couldn’t—”

Before she could finish, he captured her lips in a kiss. Unlike her tentative probing, his was dominant and possessive, deepening until she was breathless, her fingers clutching the front of his shirt.

Before she could even register what was happening, Evander carried her into the bedroom. The soft mattress dipped under their weight as he settled over her, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, a challenging glint in his eyes. “You thought I couldn’t?”

Charlotte was speechless.

The automatic curtains slid shut, and the room grew as warm and humid as a summer day…

An unknown amount of time passed. Her disheveled hair was tangled around his strong arm, her small frame seeming to melt into his.

Sated, he held her from behind, nuzzling into the slightly damp crook of her neck. She wiggled her fingers, then suddenly turned to face him. “If you knew Elliot sent those pictures, why didn’t you call and ask me about it?”

Evander fell silent for a moment before his voice came out, raw and deep. “I was trying to understand you.”

“Understand me?” she asked, confused.

His expression was mournful. “I was trying to feel what you felt when you were being ignored.”

Charlotte froze, then, after a second, burst out laughing. “And how did that feel?”

“Not good,” Evander admitted, gently stroking her hair. “But all I could do was play the part of the neglected husband, waiting for you to have a moment to think of me, to need me, so you’d come and sweet-talk me just like you did today.”

He said it with such unapologetic conviction.

Charlotte didn't know what to say.

The moment the words were out, she wanted to bite her tongue off. Her mouth was definitely working faster than her brain.

“Mm-hmm,” Judd grunted. “And?”

“Uh, nothing. Just thought I’d mention it.” Worried she was coming off as too obvious, she quickly added, “I didn’t mean anything by it! I was just saying I went camping with her, that’s all. Don’t read too much into it!”

“Anything else?”

“Nope, that’s it! I’ll let you get back to work!”

Lilith practically fled the office, her feet barely touching the ground. Back at her desk, she slumped onto the tabletop like a deflated balloon, mortified by her pathetic performance. With any other man, she would have made her move by now. But this was Judd. And with him, she was completely lost.

…

That evening, Charlotte brought Evander to dinner at Midvale Estates with her father and brother. Evander was generally aware of the situation with Mr. Rayburn, but he steered clear of delving too deep into the topic at the dinner table.

Sean set down his fork. “The patriarch’s verdict won’t be delivered until next month, so I’m afraid your engagement will have to be postponed.”