All Chapters of Through The Gate Of Love: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Dinner time~ Cressida walked into the room, picked up her phone from the nightstand, and sat down on the bed, while Alaric lay beside her, engrossed in his phone. She pressed her phone for a few seconds and discharged a soft breath before standing on her feet, walking to the nightstand to put her phone down. “I wonder what’s got you so occupied…” she said with a smile, folding her arms and leaning slightly to the left. “You’re so absorbed in your phone that you didn’t even notice me walking in.” Alaric looked up, a smile still on his face. “I knew you walked in, and I’m not to blame for being glued to my phone—blame the author, not me.” She furrowed her face. “I should blame the author, not you?” She uttered, unclear. Alaric nodded, confirming, “yes, it’s her fault for creating a world that’s got me completely hooked,” he explained. “I was so invested that I couldn’t tear my mind away until I finished reading all the available chapters,” “Sorry, it’s an addiction I just can’t sh

Cressida emerged from her room, bleary-eyed from the early hour, and greeted Amabel with a warm “Good morning, ma.” Her smile faltered for a moment as she took in Amabel's polished appearance. Already dressed to impress, Amabel sparkled with elegance, the necklace and diamond bracelet she reserved for special occasions gleaming on her neck and wrist. As she arrived at the parlor, she painted a bright smile on her face. “You’re up early,” she remarked, her tone laced with surprise. “Where are you going early this morning?” Amabel’s gaze met Cressida’s, her brow furrowed in confusion. “You’ve forgotten already?” “Of course not,” Cressida's response was swift. “You think I’d forget something so significant? Today marks a long-overdue reckoning for Felix.” Amabel let out a gentle sigh, her left hand resting over her heart. “I thought as much,” she said, her voice soft. “Your question seemed... uncertain.” “Okay, but you're all dressed up,” Cressida observed, feigning curiosity. “Ar

Dawson shifted uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding direct eye contact with Tamsin as much as possible. He gently cleared his throat and began. “Good morning,” He paused, expecting a remark from Tamsin. However, she said nothing, and the silence hung for a moment before Dawson proceeded. “Welcome, everyone. Are we ready to start?” “Yes, sir.” A collective response echoed through the room, with Griffin’s booming voice dominating the response. Tamsin and Fraser remained silent, their voices noticeably absent from the affirmation. Tamsin chuckled softly. “Why wouldn’t they be ready?” She whispered. “The purpose of today’s meeting is hardly ambiguous…” As all eyes turned to her, she trailed off, and the chairman took over. “Is there anyone who wants to share an update on your business operations? Are there any issues, suggestions, or inquiries that we should consider before moving forward with the agenda?” He asked, his eyes scanned the room, lingering on most attendees but avoiding dir

The room exploded into stunned silence, with Amabel’s disbelieving gasp hanging in the air. “What?!” She shot up from her seat, her voice a challenge. Felix quickly followed, his eyes wide with incredulity. “That can’t be right! It can’t be Cressida!” He exclaimed, his voice rising in protest. Tamsin raised an eyebrow, her expression puzzled. “Why the surprise?” she asked, her arms spreading wide in a questioning gesture. “She’s his wife, after all. Why wouldn't it be possible?” “Cressida is–” Felix spoke Cressida’s name, but his mother's sharp tone cut him off. “Felix!” Amabel warned, her voice raised. Their eyes met, and she subtly winked, signaling him to hold back his thoughts. A silent understanding passed between Dawson and Felix as their eyes met. Felix sat down without uttering a word, and his mother trailed behind him, taking her seat as well. ‘This can’t be… Cressida would never betray me. Not her.’ Amabel’s eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched, and she grasped her gown t

The door creaked open, and before Dawson could even step inside, Amabel sprang to her feet from the bed, her arms crossed over her chest. She strode forward, her eyes fixed intently on him. “You didn't come home last night? Where did you sleep? Where are you coming from?” The questions tumbled out in rapid succession. She’d been waiting, coiled with tension, since the sound of his car had echoed through the driveway. As soon as he'd stepped in, she was ready to confront him. Dawson brushed past her concerns, walking straight to the bed. He sank onto the edge, his movements weary, and began to remove his wristwatch. As he set it down on the nightstand, Amabel closed in, her anger palpable. “I'm talking to you,” she said, her voice even, careful not to let her tone get shrill. “You didn't come home, and you didn't even bother to call. I called you over and over, but you didn't pick up until your phone died, or maybe you switched it off.” Dawson’s response was direct, his words unapo