All Chapters of Through The Gate Of Love: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Easton parked in front of the house and rushed out, hurrying into the compound. The maids watched him, their eyes lingering on his retreating figure until he vanished behind the door.As soon as he closed the door, they exchanged knowing glances, their faces breaking into soft chuckles. “That’s how he’ll be running up and down.” One hissed.The other scoffed, clapping her hands in amusement. “I hate him. The way he speaks, walks, and everything about him. He’s no different from that silly lady, Rowan.”The first maid shook her head, opposing her friend’s view. “No, he’s not like her. That’s why I have a crush on him. He’s gentle and looks amazing—even better than Alaric.”The second maid shot her a scornful look, her face twisted in disgust. “You can’t be serious.” She hissed, turning away.Easton entered the parlor and hastened to Cressida’s room. He knocked on the door, but before he could announce himself, Cressida opened it as if she’d been waiting by the entrance, expecting someon

“Don’t give her the money!” Rowan’s voice echoed as she rushed out of Amabel’s room. Her authoritative tone brooked no argument, making Amabel’s hand hover, frozen in mid-air, hesitated, unsure whether to hand the envelope to Anna.Anna’s eyes widened as she stared at Rowan, her words tumbling out in a rush. “What are you talking about?” She demanded, her voice rising. “What do you mean, she shouldn’t give me the money? Why? Why shouldn’t she give me the money? Who are you to dictate?”She reached out, her arm stretching toward Amabel, but Rowan swiftly snatched the envelope. “What are you doing?!” Her voice escalated, her face twisted in frustration.Rowan raised an eyebrow, her arms crossing over her chest as she leaned slightly to one side. A discreet smile played on her lips as she gazed fiercely at Anna. “Taking the money because you don’t deserve it.”Anna’s face contorted in indignation. “What do you mean, I don’t deserve it?” She scoffed, mirroring Rowan’s posture. “I deserve t

Alaric’s mind had been boiling in a rage since they left Tamsin’s house. “Anna must pay!” He growled, his words echoing for the second time—first, as they exited Tamsin’s compound, and now, as they waited for the gate to swing open.As the gates creaked open, Easton’s foot hovered over the accelerator, ready to move forward. But Cressida’s stopped voice halted him. “Wait,” she said softly, her eyes locking onto Alaric’s as she turned to face him. “Alaric, I need you to take a step back. Anna’s actions were directed at me, not you. Can you let me handle it?”“But–” his lips parted to protest, but Cressida's raised finger silenced him, its gentle gesture imbued with an unspoken authority that only she seemed to wield. He swallowed his words, his eyes locked on hers as he waited for her to continue.“It’s connected to you, yes, but the device was planted on me,” Cressida pointed out, her voice measured. “I’m asking you, please, to let me handle this. Not because I’m ordering you, but bec

Anna tightened her arms around Cressida, her head nestling into the warmth of her shoulder as she sniffled, trying to stop the flow of tears. “Thank you.”A soft smile spread across Cressida’s face as she tenderly rubbed Anna’s head with one hand and gently patted her back with the other. “It’s fine.” She murmured, her voice a gentle whisper, allowing Anna to shift and move however she needed to without constraint.As Anna’s head found its comfortable spot, she let out a deep breath and closed her eyes, her body slowly relaxing. Minutes ticked by, and she drifted off to sleep. But the sweet calm was shattered by the smell of burning stew. “Hun?!” They exclaimed in unison, eyes wide with alarm.Anna’s head shot up, and she rushed to check the stew, while Cressida, still disoriented, forgot to grab a napkin and opened the lid with her bare hand. “Oh!” A painful moan escaped Cressida’s lips as she managed to control her reflexes, preventing the lid from clattering to the floor and caref