บททั้งหมดของ The Beautiful Wife Of Mr Rowland : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Emily winded down the glass window of the car and let the fresh breeze touch her face. She inhaled deeply, then slowly exhaled, as if trying to let out the leftover anger burning inside her. She had just left Carter Industry, and her chest still felt heavy.She leaned back against the seat, her eyes scanning the road ahead, until something caught her eye across the street—a small flower shop. Her gaze lingered, and something shifted in her expression.Her eyes flickered with a soft spark.“Deborah,” she said quietly but firmly, “please stop at any flower shop you see next.”“Yes, ma,” Deborah replied, keeping her eyes on the road.Denovon had made it clear that from now on, Deborah would be Emily’s driver. But not just a driver—her protector. Even though Emily found it strange to be driven around by someone, especially when she could manage herself, she didn’t argue. She knew Denovon only meant well. And when he made up his mind, it was hard to change it.Soon, Deborah pulled the car

“All done,” Amelia said with a proud smile, taking a step back to admire her work. She had just fixed the final touch on the wig Emily was wearing.“When you walk, make sure to show the hair with style—just like how those models do it,” she added, demonstrating a little strut with a playful sway of her head.“I’m not a model,” Emily said shyly, though she still tried to copy the way Amelia had done it. Her steps were awkward, but she made the effort.“You are more beautiful and stand out more than those models,” Valentina said warmly as she finished setting up her camera to start shooting. Her voice held sincerity, and her eyes were focused.Emily scoffed, not believing them. She wasn’t a camera person, and she wasn’t used to this type of attention. Her nerves were already crawling beneath her skin.It had been days since the law firm had contacted her and handed over the official documents for the 5% transfer shares and the keys to her late mother’s villa. Since then, she hadn’t hear

Knock. Knock.Denovon knocked gently at the door of Emily’s office and pushed it open without waiting for her to say “come in.”“My manager seems busy,” he said, peeking in with a boyish smile. Only his head was inside; the rest of his body stayed outside the door.A few junior staff on Emily’s floor gasped quietly when they saw who it was. Denovon Rowland ... the Chairman himself ,standing at the manager’s office like a schoolboy visiting his crush.Emily didn’t look up from her computer. Her fingers kept typing fast.“Why did you come?” she asked flatly, not bothering to get up from her seat.“I’m here to take my wife home,” Denovon replied, stepping fully into the office now.Emily’s eyes narrowed as she looked up briefly. “Are we heading somewhere?” she asked, clearly skeptical. “Are you even driving? Is your shoulder completely healed?” She frowned, remembering that George had driven him to work that morning.“No, I’m not driving,” he said. “We’ll stroll home.”Her eyes widened,

“It turned out very good,” Amelia said happily as she watched the edited video Val had just finished. Her eyes were wide with admiration, a bright smile resting on her lips. “You’re really good at videoing and editing,” she added sincerely.“Thanks,” Val replied with a soft smile, her eyes still on her laptop screen. “I want to forward it to him now,” she said, referring to a friend of hers who owned a broadcasting channel.“Yeah, sure,” Amelia replied, still watching as Val clicked around her screen and transferred the video. But then her gaze drifted lower to Val’s hand.Amelia’s eyes narrowed. “Wait a minute… is that an engagement ring?”Val laughed quietly and raised her hand proudly. “Yes, Mason proposed.”Amelia gasped, her mouth slightly open. “Wow… that was fast.” But a warm, happy smile quickly replaced her shock. “Congratulations, Val. I’m really happy for you.”“Thank you,” Val said with a shy nod.“The video will be aired in ten minutes,” Val announced as she closed her la

Emily sat trembling on the cold, hard floor of the moving bus. The metal felt icy against her skin, and it made her legs feel weaker. She had lost her heels during the struggle. Her bare feet were cold, and her toes curled in fear.Everything around her was dark. Right after being pulled inside, strong hands had tied a thick blindfold tightly around her eyes. She couldn’t see a thing.She didn’t know where she was.She didn’t know who had taken her.Her heart pounded loudly in her chest, like a drum that wouldn’t stop. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep warm, but her body kept shaking.She leaned back against the cold wall of the bus and tried to breathe deeply, but the air felt heavy like it didn’t want to enter her lungs.“I should’ve let Deborah come with me,” she whispered, her voice barely a sound.She hated bodyguards. She didn’t want someone following her everywhere. But now, sitting on the freezing floor with her eyes covered and heart full of fear, she regret