บททั้งหมดของ The Beautiful Wife Of Mr Rowland : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

The door of the detention visiting room opened with a heavy sound. Katherine..Mrs. Carter was led inside by two officers.Her steps were slow, dragging against the floor. Her back was bent, her shoulders slumped, and her face had lost all the brightness it once carried. She didn’t even look like herself anymore. Her hair was messy, her clothes hung loose on her body, and her eyes… her eyes were dead.She quietly walked to the metal chair and sat down without saying a word. For a moment she just stared at the table, then slowly lifted her head. When she saw the person sitting opposite her, her face filled with both disappointment and hurt.It was him.Mr. Carter. Her husband.“You finally decided to come,” Katherine said bitterly, her voice low but trembling.She had begged for this moment. For almost two weeks, she had been pleading and requesting for them to call him, to let him come. Every day she asked the officers. Every night she prayed he would walk in. She had told Evelyn again

“What do you want to talk about?” Evelyn asked impatiently. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest, her body leaned back in the wooden chair as if she was ready to leave any moment. They were sitting in a quiet café near the hospital, not too far from where their father was lying in a ward, battling for his life. Evelyn hadn’t wanted to follow Emily here, but something in her had given in—curiosity, maybe, or the hidden need to hear what her stepsister wanted to say.Emily sat opposite her, staring at the untouched glass of juice in front of her. She drew in a deep breath, pressing her fingers gently against her forehead, as though she had been carrying a heavy headache. Her heart felt heavier than her head. So much had happened in so short a time—Mrs. Katherine was in prison, their father was on life support, and here was Evelyn, sitting across her, burning with hostility.Emily looked at her sister, her eyes soft but filled with questions. Evelyn’s face was hard, her lips pre

“Are you sure about this?” Evelyn asked nervously again as they walked toward the door of the ballroom where the event was being held. Her voice was soft, almost trembling, her eyes darting nervously around.“I already told you that it’s okay,” Emily answered with a calm smile, her tone light, trying to assure her. She wanted Evelyn to feel comfortable.They had already changed into dinner wear in the hotel room she reserved nearby since the villa was far. Only staff of the company and business associates with invitation cards were allowed into the event. But rules didn’t matter, She was the wife of the chairman of the company.“I’m nervous,” Evelyn whispered again, clenching her hands tight to control the tremble.Emily stopped on her steps, her eyes fixed on her sister’s face with worry. “Evelyn ”“I’m not nervous from what you think,” Evelyn said quickly, noticing the way Emily was watching her. “I’m just nervous because this is my first time of coming to this kind of big event.” S

It was Christmas day already. The Rowland family mansion was filled with warmth and quiet joy. Just like every year, grandfather Gregory had organized a small celebration with only family and a few close friends. The gathering was simple but carried a strong sense of love and togetherness.The backyard of the mansion had been decorated beautifully. Strings of lights glowed warmly, casting a soft shine across the garden. The air carried the smell of roasted food, hot drinks, and freshly baked bread. The sound of cheerful conversations and laughter mixed with the cold evening breeze.Emily stood in the middle of it all, her heart swelling with emotions she couldn’t put into words. Happiness lit her entire face, and her smile refused to leave her lips. She was now truly part of this family. A family that didn’t look down on her, a family that welcomed her the moment Denovon introduced her as his wife.From the first day, they had accepted her completely. Not once had she been treated lik

"You are awake, good morning," Emily greeted Denovon softly the moment he walked into the kitchen where she was."Hmmm, good morning," Denovon replied with a frown as his sharp eyes narrowed. He stopped and looked around the kitchen carefully, his gaze landing on the mess she was making. "What are you doing?" he asked, his tone calm but his eyes showing slight displeasure.Emily swallowed nervously. "I’m trying to make some breakfast for us," she said tiredly, her voice carrying frustration.They were now in their villa, far from the busy city. Since it was Christmas holiday, Mrs. Gloria, their cook, had gone home to spend Christmas with her family. That left Emily alone to handle the kitchen. She thought it would be simple. She had watched Mrs. Gloria so many times, frying eggs, making omelettes, pancakes, and toast. It had all looked so easy when she watched. But now that she tried it with her own hands, she realized cooking was a battle.The stove was messy, eggshells were scattere