All Chapters of My Janitor's Whisper of Love : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Julius' POV Death wasn’t a stranger to me. I’d seen its shadow fall on others. Tonight, it felt different, I may see it fall on me. The glint of the prince’s sword pinned me where I stood, cold terror freezing my gaze to the floor. Hot, shameful tears blurred the tiles beneath my boots - for every offense I’d stacked like kindling for this pyre. Would it end like this? Just… snuffed out? The thought of not seeing Hendrick’s face, my family’s laughter - gone forever, tore a silent sob from my throat. Confess. The word was a desperate lifeline. "Maybe mercy still existed. Maybe my honesty would buy a sliver of leniency," I said, and forced my head up.He wasn't looking at me. He was leaning against the windowsill, silhouetted against the night, shoulders slumped. A sudden, sharp pang of pity cut through my own fear. His plight, being shackled to a loveless match, felt like a violation. A crime against his very soul. My own resolve hardened like ice in my veins. "I will not acce

So, we resumed our vigil, the waiting now a different kind of torment.Not long after, the King arrived, trailed by his own Knight, Lindsey. His Majesty’s face was a roadmap of worry - eyes puffy, shadowed, betraying a sleepless night as fraught as ours. "Good morning, Your Highness," we chorused, bowing low.His gaze swept over us, sharp, searching. He was looking for answers in our faces - news of the prince, or the janitor. Finding only guarded exhaustion, confusion clouded his face. We shifted our focus, briefly meeting Lindsey’s eyes; he seemed adrift, unaware of the cliff we stood on. What did the King tell him? I wondered. It didn’t matter. He needed to act. The King turned towards the prince’s door, but it was Lindsey who spoke, his voice carefully neutral. "Is the prince not awake yet?""Not yet, Knight," the Captain confirmed.Lindsey glanced back at the King, who offered no instruction, only that heavy silence. The king moved then, pulling the heavy key from his belt

The King's POV After I left the prince’s chamber, I returned to my chamber to meet my worried queen. I don't know what to expect after unlocking the door and leaving instructions 'Inform me immediately when he emerges for breakfast'.My wife got up quickly from the bed, read my countenance to ascertain whether he killed the janitor out of anger despite assuring her that he can't do that - he has control over his anger."What happened?"Her voice was tight with dread.I don't know what she wished to hear - whether he accepted or killed her. A proof of the violence she feared? "I don't know," I admitted, sinking onto the edge of the bed. The weight of the unknown pressed down on me.She sensed the turmoil, leaning into me, seeking and offering comfort she wasn't sure I deserved. "What did you do then?""I unlocked the door. And waited. For any sound, any sign from either of them."A flicker of morbid hope lit her eyes and she asked, "Did she run out? Did she shout?""I said I don't

(Hello, Wilson. Congratulations on your marriage and the arrival of your baby. It baffles me that you didn’t want us to share your joy. Reuben refused to see you despite my efforts - he’d set his eyes on me, and I was not aware of it. We came to your office to inform you of our marriage, but your CSO said you were not available. We saw your GM at Westminster; he wouldn’t reveal your whereabouts. We’re truly happy you’re happy. Congratulations from us both.)After reading through the message, I sent it, dropped the phone where I got it, and braced up for Johnson's reactions. Quickly, I bolted to the toilet, splashed water on my face, returned, and dressed up. At that point, his phone rang and startled me. I took a quick peep at my phone and saw the caller. "Ha, Wilson!" My blood froze. I’d expected a dismissive text, not this. If Johnson missed the call, the fragile peace I’d fabricated would shatter. The conflict would ignite, worse than before. Now, I would be forced to search f

My mind traveled to how we met and how she pleaded for a baby. I was touched and prayed that the baby's gender would be her desire."She wishes to know the gender of the baby. Can you check that before we leave?"He was pleased with my request and responded, "Sure."Nevertheless, he seemed to be praying for a chance to leave and got up at once."Excuse me."He walked out at once while I kept myself busy with the television. After about thirty minutes, he returned. I looked at him for the result of his test but he was smiling with a happy demeanor. "What is the gender?" I asked him inquisitively with a mild smile."Come and see for yourself," he said. I was curious to know and I got up immediately. He led the way. Not to the outpatient department but to the ward. I thought he was missing his way and called his attention. He paused and turned with a knowing glint in his eye. "Trust me, Mr. Garfield. This way."A shiver of unease, cold and sharp, pierced my usual composure. Wards we