Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 665

Evander unbuttoned his overcoat. Before Jonathan could scramble up from the ground, Evander was on him, straddling his chest and landing another punch squarely on his face. The dull thud of bone against bone was sickeningly clear.

Jonathan’s head snapped to the side, blood pouring from his nose. As Evander raised his fist again, Jonathan coughed up a bloody wad of spit and laughed, his voice laced with mania. "Go on, kill me if you have the guts."

A murderous rage swirled in Evander's eyes, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fist and swung down again.

But this time, the blow didn't land on Jonathan’s face. It struck the floor right beside his ear with a force so great, I could almost feel the vibration of his bones hitting the concrete.

His eyes were bloodshot with fury, but he hadn't completely lost his senses.

Jonathan sneered. "Look at you now. You think you can still touch me?"

"You're not worth dying at my hands."

Evander's voice was as cold as ice. He stood up, looking down at Jonathan, who was slowly pushing himself into a sitting position. "Neither Victor nor you have ever been a blip on my radar."

Jonathan wiped the blood from his mouth and staggered to his feet. "Don't get too cocky, Evander."

"Mr. Howard—"

A young man rushed onto the scene, only to be met with the aftermath of the fight.

Jonathan, looking disheveled and beaten, left. Evander’s knuckles were a mess of blood and torn skin. The young man hurried over. "Mr. Howard, your hand—"

"It's nothing." Evander barely registered the pain. He turned to Charlotte, quickly shrugging off his overcoat and draping it over her slightly disarranged clothes.

Charlotte could feel his hands trembling, his fury barely contained.

"Uh, this must be... your wife, right?" the young man said, scratching his head with a grin. "No wonder you were in such a hurry."

Charlotte, finally steadying herself, glanced at the unfamiliar face.

"What wife? We're divorced," she retorted.

The young man’s expression turned awkward.

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