บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Housemaid: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

At the stroke of noon, James promptly ascended to the third floor. His colleague in the office was already well-acquainted with the peculiar situation and playfully ushered Rowan away with a chuckle. With an amiable grin, James turned to her and asked, "Care to join me for lunch?"Rowan nodded in agreement.Side by side, the two strolled down the staircase, a serene silence enveloping them. Their unspoken understanding, nurtured over the past few days, guided them as they stepped outside.Several days had elapsed since James's unexpected confession. However, during this span, the two of them had chosen not to revisit the events of that day. Rowan, for her part, adopted an ostrich-like approach, burying her head in the sand of denial. James refrained from pressing the issue; he comprehended that any inquiry now would yield a negative response.His restraint in questioning didn't imply inaction, though. Employing the pretext of coincidental errands, he began inviting Rowan to commute to

When James got back home, feeling a bit tired, the city lights were just starting to come on.He pushed the door open and saw a small, warm yellow lamp glowing in the entryway. It lit up a small area around him and made him feel cozy inside."Hey, little buddy."He peered into the room and called out, but there was no answer.He chuckled, figuring the dog had probably gone off to play with Rowan.He wasn't sure whose dog it was, but he'd been looking after it for a while now. Ever since they first met, the dog had shown more affection for Rowan than even for him.He changed his shoes and stepped inside.In the dining room, there was another small ball of orange light, guiding his way like a lighthouse.He moved into the dining area with a slow pace.As he flicked the switch on the wall, the room suddenly lit up.A few homemade dishes sat quietly on the dining table. They had gotten a bit cold, but they still looked delicious and inviting, especially after his long day that left him wi

Rowan pretended to be angry and swatted Rolland's hand away."I didn't say I want to get involved in other people's affairs! It's just that you get so nervous when someone casually asks you. How can you not believe me?"Rolland chuckled, "Isn't this about fearing your impulsiveness?"At that moment, not far off, the elevator the man had been waiting for had already opened. He strolled into the elevator along with the crowd."Let's go as well," Rolland said, taking Rowan's arm."First, let's have lunch and then take a walk. You can simply clarify what you just said. I still have a bunch of questions for you!"Rowan smiled and nodded.The mall's restaurants were all located on the top two floors. Hand in hand, they ascended the stairs, discussing in hushed tones as they walked, deciding which restaurant to dine at.Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Rowan glimpsed through the clear, floor-to-ceiling windows of a passing shop, and a familiar figure caught her attention.She couldn't

Rowan picked up the phone."Hello?""Rowan, did you have dinner yet?" James asked, his voice gentle.It seemed like James called just to check if Rowan had eaten.Rowan, hearing James' normal tone, instantly relaxed. He walked back into the room from the porch and replied, "No, I was just about to invite you for dinner, but I noticed you haven't returned home yet"She had another question she wanted to ask: why was he so anxious that he had to handle it at night?However, upon reflection, she felt that her timing wasn't appropriate.She chose different words, "Carry on with your tasks, don't worry about Bingo! Just let it stay at my place tonight, and I'll take care of it."James wasn't overly polite in his response, simply saying, "Okay."After a pause, he inquired again, "Aren't you curious about my pressing matter?"Rowan answered honestly, "A little bit."James smiled softly and remarked, "But I don't want to ask. I wouldn't want to misunderstand your concern for me."Rowan felt a

Jessica moved in just two days ago. James intentionally gave Rowan a day off and didn't go to work himself. The mother and son had many possessions, filling up an entire truckload. Upon inspection, Rowan noticed that most of the items were children's toys and small furniture, like cradles. Jessica had very few personal belongings of her own. Even though items like the small wooden bed took up space, fortunately, Rowan's belongings were similar to Jessica's. She didn't have many essential possessions herself. The house remained as empty as she had described, with enough room to arrange everything. Furthermore, since these small things were tightly packed, the space seemed more vibrant and lively. Ryan was an exceptionally quiet child. He rarely cried or laughed. When playfully interacting with him, he would gaze at you with large, round eyes filled with curiosity, resembling a little adult. This always brought a smile to Rowan's face. . At times, he doesn't feel well, and inste