All Chapters of His Beauty Her Beast: Chapter 101 - Chapter 106

Rowan's POVThe drive home was quiet — the kind of silence that wasn’t heavy anymore, just… full.Elena sat beside me, her hands folded in her lap, her eyes fixed on the view outside the window. The city lights reflected on her skin, softening the exhaustion on her face. I glanced at her every few seconds—just to make sure she was still there, that I hadn’t imagined her coming back to me.It was ridiculous how her presence could make the entire world feel balanced again.When we finally reached the mansion, she stepped out first, holding her bag against her chest. The air smelt faintly of rain, the stone path still slick from the drizzle earlier. I followed her in, watching as she hesitated at the doorway like she wasn’t sure she belonged anymore.Without thinking, I reached out and brushed my fingers against hers.She looked up at me.That small, uncertain smile — the one I’d missed — appeared on her lips, and just like that, the tension in my chest eased.“Home,” I murmured.She nod

Rowan's POV2 months later“You look like hell,” Nina said the moment she stepped into my office, her hand resting on her round belly. Her voice carried that soft mix of amusement and concern she’d always had.I didn’t look up from my laptop. “I’m okay.”She sighed, loudly, like she didn’t believe a word of it. “You’ve been saying that for the last two months.”“And it’s been true for the last two months,” I muttered, scrolling through meaningless data on the screen that I wasn’t even processing. My eyes burnt from staring too long, my temples throbbed, and my hands were shaking slightly from too much caffeine and too little sleep.Nina walked closer, her heels clicking against the marble floor. “You’re not okay, Rowan. Look at you—you’ve lost weight, you’re living off coffee, and Adrian told me you’ve been sleeping in your office some nights.”I leaned back in my chair, exhaling sharply. “Adrian should mind his own business.”“He’s my husband,” she shot back. “He is minding his busin

Elena's POVIt’s strange how time can move so slowly and yet steal an entire year from you.A year since Rowan.A year since the divorce papers.A year since I swore I would never look back.And yet—he was everywhere.Sometimes in the flowers that appeared outside my door. Sometimes in the books I found carefully wrapped with no name written on them, but his handwriting was unmistakable—sharp, deliberate, familiar. Sometimes I’d find small things only he would remember: my favourite perfume, a bar of dark chocolate with sea salt, a single lily on my windowsill.I told myself I didn’t care. I told myself I wouldn’t even open the boxes. But I always did.And every time I did, my chest ached like a wound that refused to close.I caught him watching me a few times—once outside a café, another time across the street from my apartment. I’d look up, and there he’d be. Not hiding. Just… there. His eyes on me, not pleading or angry—just quiet. As if protecting me from a distance.I tried to ig