All Chapters of The Beautiful Wife Of Mr Rowland : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

The road grew quieter as they drove, the last light of day fading into night. The tall grass turned black under the moonlight, and the soft hum of the engine was the only sound in the car. Claire sat stiffly, one hand gripping her seatbelt while the other rested on her lap. Reuben’s jaw was tight as he focused on the road ahead.“Tired, right? That’s why I didn’t want to come — because it’s far and exhausting,” Claire said with a sigh.She never liked coming back here. The long drive always made her sick. Since she started living in the city four years ago, she had only come three times to see her mother.Reuben didn’t say anything. His eyes stayed fixed on the road, but his mind was already tired. He had been driving non-stop for hours, and he hadn’t eaten since morning. He wondered what exactly brought his father to this town so many years ago. The road to Willow Town was still rough even after thirty years; he couldn’t imagine what it had been like then. Reuben could only hope his

Matthew’s breath came hard and fast. Blood soaked his hand where Reuben had shot him. He sat on the cold floor, holding his wound, sweat running down his face. His eyes lifted slowly to meet Reuben’s cold stare. Reuben’s gun was still pointed at him, his finger pressing against the trigger, calm but dangerous.“I said,” Reuben repeated slowly, “tell me about Laura Dane.” His voice was colder now.At the mention of that name, the old woman on the floor trembled. Her wrinkled hands tightened against her dress. She raised her head with a bitter snort.“So that’s why you’re here,” she said, sharp and proud. “You came here to kill us because of her. That foolish girl who brought shame to this family.” Her voice dripped with anger, like Laura had done something unforgivable. The death of her husband had made her speak without care.“Careful with your words, old woman.” Reuben’s eyes went dark. He pointed the gun at her. Still she did not stop. She straightened her back proudly, as if she ha

Reuben stood frozen, confused by the crowd’s chant. His eyes darted from face to face, unsure of what was happening. The people weren’t running or screaming like he expected...they were praising him, whispering words of thanks he didn’t understand.His hand tightened on the gun as he stepped slightly forward, keeping Claire behind him protectively. The smell of blood still hung in the air, and his instinct told him not to lower his guard yet.“What are they saying?” he muttered under his breath, his brows knitting tightly together.Then, the crowd parted slowly.An older man stepped out from among them. His gray hair was tossed about by the evening wind, and his wrinkled hands trembled as he leaned on a wooden walking stick. His clothes were worn and old, and his eyes...though tired and sunken...carried a deep emotion, something between sorrow and relief.He stopped a few steps away from Reuben and lifted one hand slightly. “Lower your gun,” the man said gently, his voice hoarse with

The soft rays of dawn filtered through the sheer curtains, painting the room with a pale golden hue.Emily stirred slowly, her lashes fluttering open. She sighed as she realized it was morning already — she hadn’t gotten enough sleep.These past few weeks, she always felt sleepy. Even when she woke up, she still wanted to close her eyes and drift off again. With a soft groan, she turned back toward Denovon, reaching out to feel his warmth beside her.But something felt different. The warmth was heavier, hotter. For a moment, she thought it was just the blanket. But when she turned her head toward him, her heart skipped a beat.Denovon was still asleep, his brows slightly furrowed, a faint flush across his usually calm face. His breathing was steady, but there was a heat radiating from him that wasn’t normal.Emily frowned softly and reached out, placing her palm on his forehead. It was warm ... too warm, like he had a fever.“Hubby…” she whispered, her voice laced with worry. She touc

It was evening when Reuben and Claire reached the city. The hum of traffic grew louder, headlights flashing against the car windows as they entered the busier streets.Claire leaned her head against the window, watching the buildings roll past one after another. After spending a few hours in Willow Town, the city suddenly felt too harsh. It reminded her that she was back and without a job since she lost hers.She sighed softly, closed her eyes, and swallowed the lump in her throat.Reuben drove in silence, but every now and then, his eyes flicked toward her, just to check. She looked pale, tired, and deep in thought.“Where do you live?” Reuben asked quietly, giving her a brief glance.Claire turned her head and told him her address.Reuben nodded and drove for a while until he slowed down and turned into a quieter street. Older buildings lined the road ... paint peeling, balconies crowded with hanging laundry and flower pots.“You live here?” Reuben asked with a frown when he stopped