All Chapters of Taming The Charming Director: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Arnav could only let out a soft exhale, followed by a quiet, helpless chuckle. Of all the possibilities she could have imagined, she thought it was work? Did she really believe that the only thing capable of dimming his expression was the endless stream of corporate matters?“No,” he said simply, shaking his head.“Then what is it? I saw the way your face turned somber. Something must have happened, right?” she pressed gently, tilting her head. “If I’ve been disturbing your sleep. If I keep waking you when you should have full rest for the next day, maybe I should move to another room. That way I won’t bother you.”She said it lightly, almost playfully, the way she always did. Raellyn had a way of disarming tension with her blunt honesty, of offering solutions without hesitation, even before he had the chance to voice a complaint. It was one of the many things about her that both amused and unsettled him. How she could simplify what he, a man often lost in the weight of his own though

Arnav pushed open the door to his office at the agency, the familiar scent of polished wood and faint traces of coffee greeting him. In his hands were several sheets of documents, along with a folder filled with reports from various divisions. Files that required his careful review and signature before any final approval could be given. After the earlier meeting, he had little desire for conversation. He simply moved toward his desk in measured silence, placing his belongings neatly atop the smooth surface. His movements were deliberate, almost ceremonial, as if each gesture carried its own weight.He was careful not to disturb the meticulous arrangement of papers and reports already waiting for him. Clearly, his assistant had taken the time to organize everything, aligning the documents in precise stacks to streamline his workload. It was a small gesture, perhaps, but one that carried quiet significance.Arnav paused for a moment, noticing the neatness and order on his desk. He consi

At precisely four o’clock in the afternoon, Arnav called home to let them know he would soon arrive to pick up Raellyn. His voice was calm yet firm, carrying the familiar tone of someone who rarely left room for negotiation. He even spoke to Mrs. Maddy, the ever-dependable housekeeper, instructing her to make sure that his wife did not leave on her own under any circumstances. The middle-aged woman, who had long since learned the depth of his protectiveness, immediately agreed without question.By that point, Arnav had already raced through his workload with the sharp precision of a man on a mission. He had skipped lunch entirely, ignoring the grumble of his stomach, his focus locked solely on clearing the mountain of reports and approvals that had piled up on his desk. This time, there was no room for the kind of errors he had made days earlier; he had been meticulous, deliberate, and unrelenting. In eight hours, he had conquered what might have taken others several days, leaving his

“Order for table eleven,” a server interjected suddenly, slipping between them like an uninvited ghost. The clatter of dishes on wood broke the fragile tension that had just begun to coil around the table. One by one, the plates were arranged neatly, the aroma of Raellyn’s favorite dishes rising in warm spirals between them.The interruption shattered the moment.From the corner of his eye, Arnav caught the subtle shift in his wife’s expression. The sharp intensity that had moments ago promised an interrogation and the glint of suspicion in her gaze softened into something else the moment her eyes fell on the familiar dishes before her. It was as if the sight of comfort food had melted her resolve.The intimidating mask, that flicker of fire ready to burn him with questions, vanished into a quiet, almost reluctant curiosity. She reached for her chopsticks with a small, distracted movement, as though the memory of what she had meant to say was slipping like water through her fingers.A

Arnav finally asked, his voice threaded with an almost boyish excitement. He leaned forward slightly, like a man desperate to clutch at every word that promised a future he was only just beginning to imagine.“In short,” the female obstetrician replied warmly, “everything looks excellent. The baby in your wife’s womb is perfectly healthy.”The words washed over the small examination room like a gentle blessing. Arnav exhaled, and for the first time in a long while, he felt an unshakable sense of peace settle into his chest.Hearing the doctor’s words, Arnav felt a gentle warmth bloom in his chest. He glanced at Raellyn, whose face mirrored his own happiness. For the first time in days, he felt a quiet relief settle in. There was nothing pressing to worry about not when the doctor had assured them that the bouts of morning sickness Raellyn had endured were easing. It meant her suffering was lessening, and that alone was enough to lift a weight off his heart.They left the examination r