บททั้งหมดของ His Widow : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Carrying her with an unyielding grip at her waist, her back pinned to his chest, he marched through the silent hallway like he was dragging a disobedient possession back into place. His strides were sharp. Brutal. His fury burned through the quiet. He kicked the bedroom door open and without hesita

“You always asked about your father. Always begged to know how he was.” He stepped aside, gesturing toward the room. “Now look.” Dread twisted in her gut the moment he mentioned her father. Dark possibilities clawed through her mind—visions of him harmed, imprisoned, or worse. Her pulse race

She laid on the bed on her side as soon as we arrived. No words, no glance — just a quiet surrender to the mattress. I’d checked on her earlier, already deciding to make something for her. Almost a day had passed without her eating properly, and that damn bandage was still wrapped around her hand. I

We had dinner together that night. I’d made her eat, watching every bite like it was proof she belonged here. She was quiet, but she obeyed, and for me, that was enough. Later, we returned to bed. She fell asleep in my arms, stiff but unmoving, her breath shallow against my chest. But I never prom

She hadn’t given me a kiss in days. Not even the brush of lips on the cheek, not even the fleeting touch on my hand. After my relentless asking, she’d finally snapped—not with words, not with shouting, but with the crueler punishment: silence. She turned her face away whenever I leaned close, kept