All Chapters of Through The Gate Of Love: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Dawson entered the dining room, and Cressida and Felix stood to greet him. Without a word, he adjusted his chair to his liking before taking a seat. His eyes were noticeably red. “Are you okay, sir?” Cressida asked, her voice laced with concern. She couldn’t help but notice his reddened eyes. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Dawson’s gaze dropped, and he shook his head slightly. “I’m fine,” he replied curtly. “Are you serving the meal or the maid? Please, let’s hurry. I have a meeting.” Though Cressida wasn’t convinced, she didn’t press the issue, aware that Alaric’s presence meant she should maintain a level of detachment. She nodded and began serving the meal, trying to gauge Dawson’s condition without drawing further attention to it. “Okay, sir,” she said, rising from her seat since the maids were still out on errands. Despite no longer seeking Dawson’s approval, a lingering habit prompted her to attend to him first. As she approached Dawson’s place, Alaric’s voice halted

Cressida held up the file, her eyes scanning the staff as she asked, “does anyone know what this is?” The staff remained silent, deliberately turning their faces away to show disinterest. A smile crept onto Amabel and Rowan’s lips as they exchanged a knowing glance—their plan already bearing fruit. Amabel’s gaze dropped slightly, and she softly bit her upper lip, a hint of satisfaction crossing her face. Then her head snapped up, her expression transforming into a cold, stoic mask. “Your lives, your jobs, your fate in this household—it all lies in this file I hold. Anyone care to look?” Rowan turned to Amabel, her brow furrowed in question. “What's she talking about?” She asked, but before Amabel could respond, Cressida continued, her words hanging in the air like a challenge. “What most of you don't know is that my co-wife,” Cressida said, glancing over her shoulder at Amabel, “isn't the one who signs your paychecks. It’s Alaric.” The staff’s eyes widened in surprise, their mout

Over an hour had passed since Reed finished Alaric’s physical assessment. He’d headed to the radiology department to collect Alaric’s imaging and neurological test results. Cedrissa had remained silent, not uttering a word to Alaric, while Alaric, who’d been eager to start a conversation, had lost his nerve. His mouth had betrayed his heart, and the silence continued. The door swung open, and Reed entered, a smile on his face, clutching a file tightly in his hands. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting…” Cedrissa’s face lifted, and she glared backward. A smile spread across her face. “Reed…” she murmured. Reed walked around the table, taking his seat and placing the file in front of him. “There’s a free test going on in the hospital today, so the queue was quite long.” He explained. Cedrissa nodded, her eyes fixed on the file. “Okay,” she said softly, her mind still on the main point bothering her. “The test… how is it?” Reed handed her the file, his expression professional. “This is th

Cressida stopped rubbing Alaric's hand as the car pulled into the compound and parked in front of the entrance. His hand still rested on her thighs, and she lifted her hand to tap him on the shoulder, thinking he was asleep. But before her hand could reach him, his eyes fluttered open, and he gazed at her. “You don’t have to worry about waking me up,” he said, lifting his head from the backrest. “I’m awake the moment you stop.” She lowered her hand. “Okay.” She said softly. She gently removed his hand from her lap and shifted on the seat, turning toward the door to exit. As she reached for the lever, his voice halted her. “What if we spent a few moments in the car?” He asked, but she ignored his question and quickly got out of the car. Easton, who had been waiting patiently, took off his seatbelt and rushed to the boot to get the wheelchair. He positioned it in front of the door beside Alaric and stepped forward, expecting Cressida to take charge. However, she remained still, not

The car pulled over to the roadside, and Cressida reached for a black scarf lying beside her. She unfolded and draped it over her head, adjusting it until it shrouded half her face. Her eyes darted around the surroundings, scanning for any signs of danger. Satisfied that it was safe, she slowly pushed open the door and hesitated for a moment before stepping out. She waited until the car drove away. Then, she took out her phone from the back pocket of her trousers. The screen was too dim, and she furrowed her brow in frustration until she cranked up the brightness. As she wanted to dial a number, a car horn blared from across the road. The horn continued to honk insistently, signaling for her to come over. She tucked her phone into the pocket and adjusted the veil to cover her face properly. After a cautious glance left and right, she crossed the road and approached the car. Before she could even knock on the door, the driver opened it, and she slid into the front seat. “Good aft