HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 638

“I… I might’ve seen something wrong.”

Cale’s brow furrowed faintly. “Then don’t dwell on it.”

Lydia nodded obediently, but her fingers stilled around the spoon she’d been holding. She wasn’t really listening anymore.

Her thoughts were caught—anchored to a single point in the room. To a figure she was trying, unsuccessfully, to ignore.

The restaurant itself felt alive in an elegant, restrained way. Crystal chandeliers scattered warm light across the room, blending seamlessly with the soft flicker of candles placed on every table. Classical music drifted gently in the background—just enough to fill the silence without intruding on conversation. Guests spoke in low, measured tones, as if the atmosphere itself demanded a certain level of composure.

The waitstaff moved quietly, expertly, serving each dish with practiced precision. The air carried a rich blend of aromas—butter, spices, and something faintly sweet drifting from the hidden kitchen.

Everything looked… perfect.

And that was exactly what made something feel out of place.

Lydia glanced in that direction again.

A table in the corner. Slightly removed from the others—far from the main spotlight, yet still visible if you paid attention.

The girl was sitting there. The same girl. The awkward one who had accidentally bumped into her husband at the airport, then disappeared into the crowd without a trace.

Her posture was slightly hunched, shoulders stiff, hands resting quietly in her lap. There was no smile on her face. No conversation leaving her lips.

Around her stood three men—broad, imposing, with hardened expressions. Even from where Lydia sat, the mere thought of being surrounded by men like that sent a chill through her. Their presence felt heavy… suffocating, even across the distance between the tables.

One of them poured a drink into a glass, then slid it slowly toward the girl. The movement was casual. But there was something in the way he did it… like a command that didn’t need to be spoken.

The girl didn’t take it right away. She stared at the glass, her expression unreadable. A few seconds passed—too long—before she finally reached for it, her movement small… hesitant.

Lydia held her breath.

Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table without her realizing it, her gaze locked on the glass now trembling faintly in the girl’s hand.

Something was wrong. Not just a feeling—but something real. And the more she tried to ignore it, the stronger the pull became.

“I…” Her voice caught.

Then—“I can’t just let this happen.”

Cale, who had been watching Lydia more than anything else around them, noticed the shift immediately. “Let what happen?”

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