Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 442

Finnick paused, his hand hovering over the pillow. He suddenly gripped her chin, his touch firm. "As it happens, I have no idea what it means to be a gentleman."

"Cooperate at the wedding, and you can have the phone!" Norene's eyes filled with tears, making her look fragile and vulnerable.

Finnick stared at her in silence. She wasn't a stunning beauty, certainly not compared to the other women he'd known, but she was easy on the eyes. And she had a feisty spirit he'd never encountered before—no fawning, no pretense, no cloying affection. For the first time, a strange thought crossed his mind. If he were to settle down and truly marry her, it might not be so bad.

He shook the absurd idea from his head, released her, and stood up. "I don't care who you messaged. If you don't want anything to happen to your parents on the wedding day, you'll be a good little bride."

With that, he left the room.

Norene let out a shaky breath, a cold sweat breaking out on her skin. She couldn't believe he had let it go so easily.

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That afternoon, Charlotte paid another visit to the Lennox estate. This time, Mrs. Lennox was home.

The housekeeper recognized her. "It's you."

Mrs. Lennox heard the voices and came down the grand staircase. "Do we have a guest?"

The housekeeper explained who it was, and Mrs. Lennox hurried over, her face lighting up with recognition. "You're Mrs. Howard, aren't you? Please, come in."

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