All Chapters of Regret After Divorce: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Everett’s POV:I froze.It seemed I hadn’t.Pressing my lips together, I murmured, “But I am the child’s father…”“You can only wait outside the delivery room. After the baby is born, the nurse will bring him out for the family to see. You can wait outside and fulfill your rights as the biological father—being the first to hold him. I won’t stop you from that.”“But I’m worried about you.”“Thank you, but I don’t accept opposite-sex friends accompanying me during childbirth.”I, now officially a friend, “…”“Now you can tell me… can you accept that answer?”“Then may I ask one more question?”“Go ahead.”“Is there a chance our friendship could develop into a romantic relationship?”Scarlett seemed to have anticipated this question a

Scarlett’s POV:I gazed out the window at the receding scenery, feeling remarkably relaxed.The baby in my womb stirred occasionally, and each time it moved, I would gently stroke my belly in a soothing gesture.Everett seemed preoccupied, his head lowered as he tapped away at his phone. Yet whenever we approached a bumpy stretch of road, he would lift his head, lean forward, and remind the driver to slow down.After being reminded several times, the driver finally slowed and drove more steadily.I looked back at the man who had resumed tapping on his phone.Through my bright eyes, I took in his profile — stiffly handsome, his brow slightly furrowed as if deep in thought.I glanced at his phone. Though I couldn’t see clearly, I understood that Everett was likely immersed in work matters.True enough — he had been in London for a month now. Even with Davis holding down the fort at WG Group, many critical decisions still required Everett’s personal approval. It was no wonder he was swam

Scarlett’s POV:After leaving the hospital, Everett helped me into the car.As the door closed, I instinctively reached for the seat belt.Everett turned to help me, but I had already buckled it swiftly.He watched me for a moment before looking away, then instructed the driver to head back to the Foster Villa.The black Bentley glided smoothly along the road.The car was quiet—almost too quiet.I kept my head down, tapping away at my phone.Everett took two calls, both work-related.The second call came from Davis. From Everett’s tone, it was clear that some shareholder within the WS Group had started stirring up trouble, and Davis couldn’t handle it alone. It would be best if Everett could return for a visit.“Got it. Book me a flight for tomorrow.”After ending the call, he tucked his phone away and turned to me. “Scarlett.”I looked up. “What

Scarlett’s POV:“You…” My brows furrowed. I almost asked, What about James? But I held back. Fate was unpredictable. If Eleanor and Bruce truly developed something, it only meant that James and Eleanor’s childhood friendship was destined not to blossom into romance. I was better off staying out of it and letting things take their natural course.After lunch, I felt drowsy. Everett noticed my sleepiness and proactively suggested that I take a nap. I instructed Nancy to prepare a guest room for him. Nancy had the staff make the necessary arrangements and personally escorted Everett there.Eleanor didn’t have the habit of napping; she stayed on the sofa playing games with her friends. I returned to my room, rinsed my mouth, changed into a nightgown, and lay down to rest. Lately, I’d been unusually sleepy—spending a lot of time sleeping each day yet always feeling like it wasn’t enough. Especially after eating,

Everett’s POV:Women are truly remarkable. Once they become mothers, their tone inevitably softens whenever the topic turns to their babies — sometimes even becoming slightly coquettish. Just like Scarlett at this moment.Her voice was naturally soft and gentle. Even when she spoke in her usual calm tone, it carried a quiet grace. But when she acted coy, almost no one could resist her.While talking to the baby, her tone grew even softer than usual — a hint of sweetness lingered in her trailing notes, making it irresistibly endearing. No one could withstand it… let alone me, who was deeply in love with her.My Adam’s apple bobbed several times as darkness churned in my eyes. I quickly averted my gaze, rose to my feet, and sat down on another sofa. Grabbing the now-cold tea from the table, I downed it in one gulp. The icy liquid flooded my stomach, yet the burning heat in my chest remained utterly unquenched.I sighed