Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 690

Easter quickly hid the note in her makeup box, put on her coat, walked to the living room, and cautiously opened the door.

The door was only half-open. Before she could see clearly, a man barged in. He reeked heavily of alcohol, his gait unsteady, knocking over a decorative vase on the entryway cabinet.

Easter stepped back twice, stunned. "Mr.... Mr. Pembroke?"

Jonathan steadied himself and casually undid a button of his shirt. "Didn't I tell you to call me by my name?"

He looked up at her.

As if looking through her, at someone else.

Easter, visibly nervous, licked her dry lips. "It's so late. Why are you here? I'll... I'll go get you a glass of warm water."

She turned and walked to the kitchen. Seeing Jonathan sit down on the sofa, her hands trembled as she poured the water.

She didn't think Jonathan had any feelings for her, but as a woman, being alone with a man naturally made her a bit wary. Especially a man who had been drinking.

It was always good to be cautious.

Easter took a deep breath and glanced at the scissors on the counter.

After pouring the water, she walked over to Jonathan, placed the cup on the table, then stepped back two paces and waited.

Jonathan had already taken off his coat, his body leaning against the back of the sofa. He didn't rush to drink the water.

He turned his head, his gaze falling on her face. Perhaps it was the dim lighting, but in a daze, her silhouette overlapped with another's.

"Charlotte..." Jonathan suddenly laughed bitterly. "If... if those things hadn't happened, we could still be friends, right?"

Easter dared not make a sound, let alone ask questions.

Just then, Jonathan suddenly sat up, grabbed her wrist. "Answer me."

Easter turned pale with fright and tried to pull away. "Mr. Pembroke, you've mistaken me for—"

"I want you to answer!" His grip tightened, almost crushing her wrist.

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