Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 662

Genevieve possessively linked her arm with Jonathan's, forcing a smile. "You probably didn't know, did you? Mr. Pembroke and I are getting married."

Charlotte was genuinely stunned by the news and looked at Jonathan.

He avoided her gaze.

It wasn't that she cared who he married; she was just shocked his fiancée was Genevieve. Isn't that incestuous? Doesn't Jensen know that Jonathan's mother is his own half-sister? And if the Jensen matriarch never told him, how could Jonathan not know?

Observing Genevieve's smug yet wary expression, Charlotte found the situation absurdly comical. "Well, congratulations to you both. If there's nothing else, I won't keep you."

She wanted no more part in their drama and made a swift exit.

Jonathan watched her retreating back, a look of lonely self-mockery on his face. She wasn't surprised by his sudden engagement, just by the unsuitable choice of partner. She was probably disgusted with him, scorning him in her heart. His family had abandoned all morals for profit. What future did he have left?

Noticing Jonathan's expression, Genevieve assumed he was feeling wistful and disappointed over Charlotte. She let go of his arm and said coldly, "Get a grip, Mr. Pembroke. Don't forget the alliance between our families. Whether you like it or not, I am the future daughter-in-law of the Pembrokes."

Jonathan shot her a detached glance and turned back toward the private room, a silent, contemptuous thought in his mind: "Idiot."

Soon after Charlotte returned to her table, the dinner party wound down. She walked out of the restaurant with Dean Chase and the others, and they said their goodbyes.

As she started walking towards the parking lot, it began to snow. A hazy white blanket settled over the city, and the wind whipped fine snowflakes into her collar.

Charlotte pulled her coat tighter and walked to the curb to hail a cab. Suddenly, a shadow fell over her as someone approached from behind.

Startled, she turned and found herself looking into Evander's cool, handsome eyes.

He was holding a black umbrella, which he had tilted to shield her from the snow, leaving one of his own shoulders damp.

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