Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 435

Charlotte hadn't eaten much for dinner and was feeling hungry. She went back inside to change before heading over to Judd's apartment.

It was her first time inside his place. The space was open and immaculately clean, almost spartan. There was no clutter to be seen.

She looked around. "You don't have much furniture."

"I don't like complicated environments," he said, taking off his suit jacket. Underneath, he wore a crisp white shirt with a pinhole collar. She'd never seen him dressed so formally.

"Did you get your family matter sorted out?" she asked.

Judd paused for a second before walking to the table and arranging the kebabs on a platter. "It wasn't anything important." He handed her a skewer. "Here, see if this has enough seasoning."

Charlotte took it and sat down. "Mmm, this is good."

Judd went to the fridge. "What would you like to drink?"

"Anything's fine."

He opened a bottle of soda and placed it in front of her. "Thanks," she said, taking it.

After finishing the kebab, she took a long drink of the soda.

"You eat quite a bit," Judd observed.

She paused mid-chew. He smiled. "But you're so thin. You should eat more."

"Is… is this my last meal?" she asked warily.

Seeing her suspicious look, he let out a short laugh and sat up straight. "What on earth is going through that head of yours?"

"Well, you invite me over for a late-night snack as soon as you get back and tell me to eat up. I thought it might be my final supper."

She was only half-joking.

But his expression was suddenly serious. "If you wanted to eat like this every day, I could make it for you every day."

Charlotte froze. The abrupt shift in conversation caught her completely off guard, and she didn't dare respond.

Noticing her flustered, wandering gaze, Judd raised a hand toward her face.

Charlotte instinctively leaned back.

"Don't move."

His quiet command rooted her to the spot. She looked at him, confused.

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