All Chapters of The Beautiful Wife Of Mr Rowland : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The room was quiet. Only the sound of rain could be heard outside.Denovon placed Emily gently on the bed. His eyes were locked on hers, full of care and heat.He bent a little closer and asked, “Are you sure?”Emily nodded slowly. Her voice was soft. “Yes… I’m sure.”He leaned in and kissed her..slow, deep, and warm. It wasn’t rushed. His lips moved gently, like he was pouring everything he felt into that kiss.His hands touched her softly. First her waist, then her back. He wasn’t in a hurry. He wanted her to feel safe.Emily's fingers found his face. She held him close and kissed him back, letting out a small breath.“You don’t have to hold back,” she whispered.Denovon let out a quiet groan, full of need. He kissed her again, deeper this time. His hands slid under her shirt, and Emily let him take it off. Her heart was racing, but she didn’t feel afraid. She felt warm. Wanted.He sat up and looked at her for a moment. Really looked. His voice was husky when he spoke.“You’re so be

Denovon VillaEmily sat on the balcony, scrolling through her phone. She was on an online clothing store, looking through some nice dresses. It was Friday, and Denovon had said they wouldn’t be going to the office until Monday.Honestly, she didn’t mind. Staying at home with him felt peaceful.“We’ll be going out later,” Denovon’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts. She turned to him. He was sitting just across from her, his eyes still focused on his laptop.“Going where?” she asked, curious.“To see my friends,” he replied, fingers still typing. “It’s time you met them.”Emily blinked, a little surprised. After a second, she nodded. “Okay.”She went back to her phone, but after a while, she dropped it on the table and sighed.Denovon looked up at her. “What is it?” he asked, his hands still moving on the keyboard.“I’m bored,” Emily said quietly, almost like a child. “Are you still busy?”Denovon paused and turned to face her properly, his eyes gentle. “What do you want to do?”Emi

Charles hadn't been himself since the scandal broke out. His world had turned upside down in just a few hours. He hadn't eaten. He hadn't slept. He had drunk himself into a stupor the night before, trying to forget the shame, the betrayal, and the pain. Julie had hurt him deeply. She didn't just cheat—she humiliated him in front of the whole world. He had broken up with her, but it was still not enough. He felt like killing her.Charles passed out on the couch in his apartment, still in his clothes from yesterday, the smell of alcohol lingering in the air. His phone kept ringing nonstop, but he didn't care—until he saw the name on the screen. It was Mr. Carter. He closed his eyes. Mr. Carter had called him the night before, telling him about the shareholders’ outburst. He was under pressure. The call reminded Charles of the position he was in.He finally picked up the call when it kept ringing."Charles! Where the hell are you?" Mr. Carter’s voice roared through the phone. "The shareh

You guys are back," a voice said the moment Emily and Denovon walked into the house.It was Amelia Rowland, sitting on the couch like she owned the place, munching loudly on a burger while watching a volleyball game on TV.Emily blinked in surprise and turned slightly toward Denovon, confused. He didn’t tell her anyone would be coming over. Since their quiet wedding, this was the first time they’d had a visitor."What are you doing here?" Denovon asked coldly, his tone hard and flat."I'm here to visit my brother and sis-in-law, of course," Amelia replied casually, not bothered by his tone at all. "Hey, sis-in-law, why are you just standing there?" she added with a cheeky smile.Emily smiled politely and walked closer. "How are you, Amelia?""I'm good, and you?" Amelia asked, looking her up and down. "You’re looking more beautiful. My brother is really taking care of you."Emily’s smile grew. She couldn’t argue with that. Denovon had been taking care of her and not just with things, b

Let’s go get ready before your friend gets here," Amelia said, placing her phone aside."Isn’t it still early?" Emily asked, glancing at the wall clock. It was just 10:35 AM."Nope, it’s not early," Amelia said, already getting up from the couch. "And I’ll have to trouble you again with clothes.""No problem," Emily replied with a small smile. "Let’s go upstairs so you can choose what you want."The two of them walked up together.Minutes later…They were both dressed in simple jeans and loose tops, sitting on the bed as they waited for Valentina. Amelia had chosen a soft peach blouse and white jeans that Emily lent her. Emily herself wore a sleeveless lavender top and dark blue jeans. Both looked casual yet lovely.Not long after, they heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway."That must be Val," Emily said, standing up.They walked out together.Valentina stepped out of the car with her usual energy and grin. She waved excitedly."Hi, bestie!" she said, pulling Emily into