All Chapters of The Beautiful Wife Of Mr Rowland : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Emily stood still, her eyes fixed on her phone as her fingers scrolled down the screen. The comments under Denovon’s post seemed endless. She clicked the little heart on the ones that melted her heart, the ones that congratulated her with so much sweetness she couldn’t help but smile.She didn’t even realize she was smiling to herself until her cheeks began to hurt. It wasn’t just the words; it was the fact that Denovon, her husband, had actually shared her picture to the world with such a simple but powerful caption.When she finally looked up from the phone, her smile faltered slightly in surprise. Denovon was already standing close to her, watching her with calm eyes.“When did you come here?” she wondered silently. She had been so engrossed in reading every line, every reaction, that she hadn’t noticed his steps approaching.“You posted,” Emily said aloud, her brow arching gently.“Yes.” His reply was simple, firm, as if there was no need for further explanation. Then, with his us

Leo sat in his car, staring at the glowing screen of his phone. He had typed out, “Are you free tonight?” but his thumb hovered above the send button like it weighed a hundred pounds. His chest felt tight, his heartbeat uneven. Why was he suddenly nervous?He had spoken to plenty of women before. Women had approached him, smiled at him, tried to hold his attention. It had never made him pause like this. So why, with Vivienne, did it feel different? Why did his hands sweat at the thought of sending a simple text?With a sharp sigh, he deleted the words. His jaw tightened as he typed again. “Vivienne, this is Leo. Do you have time for coffee?” He stared at the short sentence for what felt like forever, then finally pressed send.The message whooshed away. Immediately, regret stabbed at him. What if she ignored it? What if she thought he was bothering her? What if she had already decided to forget about him after the wedding? His hand tightened on the phone as doubt coiled in his stomach

Denovon carefully slipped out of the bed, making sure not to disturb Emily, who was sleeping soundly beside him. Her soft breathing filled the quiet room, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest was enough to make him pause for a moment, staring at her with tenderness in his eyes.It was already late in the evening, yet they had been asleep for hours after another round of love making. Earlier that morning, they had returned to their room right after breakfast. Emily had been unsettled, her face pale, her hands shaking, when he told her about the threat messages. She had nearly broken down, her fear obvious, but Denovon had held her close, whispering words of comfort until she finally calmed down. Somehow, in their closeness, in their need for one another, comfort had turned into passion, and passion into exhaustion. They had given in to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.Now Denovon gently pulled the duvet higher to cover her fragile frame. His eyes softened as he leaned closer a

“Vivienne.”Her name rolled off his tongue for the third time. Daniel’s voice was low but edged with impatience, and his narrowed eyes studied her.Vivienne finally blinked, pulling herself out of the shock that had frozen her at the sight of him. Her heart had skipped a beat, not from longing but from an old wound reopening.“Why are you here?” she asked. Her tone was calm, almost cold, though inside she was unsettled.Daniel shifted his weight, one hand stuffed into his pocket. “I thought I saw someone who looked like you passing by. I came to check if it was really you.” His words were casual, but his arrogance bled through. He had always spoken as if the world belonged to him.“Okay, that’s me. You’ve seen me now—you can go.” Vivienne’s voice was firm. She had no intention of entertaining him. Not anymore. Not after everything.She didn’t hate him; hate required energy she no longer wanted to waste. But she didn’t want him in her space either. They had once been friends, yes. Chil

“I look unhealthy, right?” Valentina asked sadly, her voice low and almost breaking. She leaned into the soft cushion of the sofa, her fingers rubbing slowly against her knees. Her face looked pale, and her body seemed leaner than before.Emily had been staring at her since she arrived, unable to hide her shock. Her eyes softened with sympathy, but the words stuck in her throat.“You look… I don’t really know what to say,” Emily admitted at last, her brows furrowing. Her voice carried a mix of worry and disbelief. She had never seen Val like this before.It was only yesterday that she and Denovon had returned from their honeymoon. This morning, she had come over when Val sent a message asking her to visit. Emily remembered how Val had confessed she hadn’t been herself since the pregnancy began, and how she didn’t even attend the wedding. At first, Emily had thought it was another one of Val’s dramatic moods. But sitting here now, looking at her, Emily knew it wasn’t exaggeration.Val