HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 636

Chapter 636

“Cale.” Lydia’s voice softened, almost a whisper.

The room was spacious, too spacious to simply be called a hotel suite. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls revealed a sweeping view of Berlin’s city center from above, the lights beginning to glow like fallen stars

scattered across the earth.

But that wasn’t all.

Rose petals were arranged carefully across parts of the room. A small table near the window was decorated with scented candles. Several bottles of fine wine were set out, untouched. And the large bed at the center of the room looked almost too perfect, its arrangement unmistakably deliberate.

It wasn’t just luxurious.

It was intimate. Intentionally so. As if whoever had prepared it knew that the people staying here would need more than just a place to rest.

Lydia stepped inside slowly, her gaze moving from one detail to another-until it finally settled on the bed.

“This…” she turned, still a little in disbelief. “You… arranged all of this?”

Cale stepped fully inside now, closing the door behind them. His gaze swept across the room, catching details Lydia hadn’t even noticed yet.

And for a fraction of a second-he was surprised too. But it disappeared just as quickly.

“Who do you think gave us this ‘gift’?” he replied calmly.

Lydia narrowed her eyes, then let out a soft laugh. “Oh my God. I know, but… this is-”

“Too much?” Cale finished, strolling toward her. When the distance between them shrank to mere inches, he rested his forehead lightly against her shoulder. “We’re on our honeymoon. And I think this is the best thing Althea could’ve given us. So… let’s just enjoy it.”

“Yes, but this…” Lydia gestured toward the decorations. “It’s very… specific.”

Cale didn’t answer right away.

But in his mind, he could already guess exactly where Althea’s intentions were headed-hoping little Chase would have a companion soon.

Remarkable. The way she planned everything so thoroughly.

The thought alone tugged faintly at the corner of his lips. Barely noticeable.

“Think of it as a bonus,” he said at last.

Lydia exhaled softly, then laughed under her breath, half surrendering. “I should thank her later.”

“You can do that after we get back,” Cale replied easily.

He let her go when she shifted restlessly in his hold. Lydia walked toward the large window, pressing her palm lightly against the cool glass. Her gaze softened again as she took in the city stretching wide beneath them.

“It’s beautiful,” she murmured.

Cale stood a short distance behind her, watching in silence. This time, it wasn’t just Lydia’s reaction that caught his attention… but how everything about this felt almost too perfect-for something he hadn’t planned himself.

Still, he said nothing.

A few seconds later, Lydia let out a long breath. Her shoulders dropped, the tension slowly leaving her body. Then, without warning, she turned, walked to the bed… and simply dropped onto it in exhaustion.

“I give up.”

Cale raised a brow. “We just got here.”

“I didn’t get enough sleep,” Lydia replied, not even opening her eyes, her voice softer now. “And my body is still protesting.”

“Protesting?” Cale echoed, stepping closer.

Lydia cracked her eyes open, shooting him a flat look. “Don’t start.”

Cale chuckled under his breath. “I haven’t done anything.”

“That’s exactly the problem,” Lydia muttered. “You always look like you’re about to do something.”

“And you always complain.”

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