The Billionaire's Housemaid のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 231 - チャプター 240

After wrapping up his day, David felt an inexplicable urge to head back to the house. He couldn't shake the feeling that Flora must be there, perhaps waiting for him, especially with the family dinner on the horizon. Upon stepping into the house, his eyes were drawn to a solitary sheet of paper lying on the table. David, his curiosity piqued, leaned over and snatched it up. It was Flora's handwriting. The words on the paper seized him, and he devoured each line with a mix of anticipation and concern. "David, I'm not sure what I did wrong, but could you please come to your family's house? Going alone might make them believe things have changed between us. We've only just lost our baby, not even a week ago. Your comforting presence means more to me than ever. Please come home." David absorbed the plea, and in that moment, a flood of memories with Flora rushed through his mind. Lately, suspicion had crept into his thoughts, eroding the trust they once shared. Yet, a deeper emotion ling

"James"Desperation rang in Rowan's urgent call, as he tried to halt an impending injustice. His plea to prevent an innocent man from being falsely arrested hung in the air, but James intercepted her, cutting off her words with a resolute tone."No, Rowan. Flora won't escape this time. I remember warning them not to hurt you again. Please, arrest him," James insisted, his voice carrying the weight of protective fury. Rowan witnessed him in a rare state of anger, a stark contrast to his usual charm, realizing the depth of his stubbornness when fueled by rage.David, though silent, observed with a discerning gaze, choosing not to engage in a futile argument. His stance remained unwavering."Stop, James. Flora didn't hurt me. He saved my life last night," Rowan revealed, and James's expression transformed. His jaw dropped, embarrassment flooding him, and a heavy, awkward silence engulfed the room.In the midst of the tension, Rowan, sensing the need to break the heaviness, decided to ligh

Last night at David's family mansion, when Flora arrived, her heart was set on heading straight to David's cousin's room. She hoped to spend time with her friend before they all gathered for dinner. However, her plans took an unexpected turn when David's father's secretary intercepted her, informing her that David's father wished to see her.The mere thought of a one-on-one conversation with David's father sent shivers down Flora's spine. She was well aware of the man's disdain for her, knowing he disapproved of her relationship with his son. Despite her reluctance, she had no choice but to comply and meet with him.Upon entering his stately library, Flora was ushered into a chair, and David's father, with an air of formality, offered her a cup of juice. As they both took a seat, an uneasy silence hung in the air, creating a palpable tension in the room.After what felt like an eternity, the silence was shattered by David's father, who sternly inquired, "Why did you ask the doctor to

"Sister Jessica," Rowan called, feeling a bit nervous. As he saw the shyness on her face, Rowan couldn't help but smile more."What, you've got yourself a boyfriend now?" Jessica teased.Rowan replied casually, "And who would want to date a pregnant woman, with so many beautiful women out there who aren't expecting?" However, James took her words more seriously and responded."You are more beautiful than most women out there. Pregnancy is a blessing, not a burden. Any man who thinks you're not worth it because you're pregnant must have some serious issues," James said, and a hush fell over the room. His sincerity was palpable.Feeling the tension in the air after James's heartfelt words, Rowan quickly tried to change the subject."A long-time friend invited me to dinner, and I'm already running late," she said.Steve, sensing his brother's curiosity and unspoken feelings, asked, "Is it a he or a she? Friends have genders.""It's a he," Rowan replied. The moment she said 'he,' Steve no

"David, please," Rowan's voice quivered as she gently held the sobbing girl. The weight of her compassion was evident in the warm embrace she offered, a silent reassurance that echoed louder than words."Don't mind uncle," Rowan whispered softly, her hand gently soothing the child's trembling shoulders. She was determined to comfort the girl, to wipe away the tears that spoke volumes of hidden pain."Don't tell me you're following the girl to wherever she said her house is," David's tone carried a mix of concern and confusion. His brows furrowed, revealing the inner struggle of not wanting Rowan to put herself in potential danger, even though he couldn't deny her generous spirit."There's no need to follow me; I'll drop her at home and be back," Rowan's assurance held a touch of vulnerability. It was a promise laced with her unwavering kindness, a commitment to making things right in a world where compassion often felt scarce.As Rowan and the little girl moved away, David stood there