Todos los capítulos de Marrying Without You: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

"This influencer is way too free. He's either out drinking coffee or having a barbecue."Sean was a devil. Eric hadn't asked him for anything, yet he had already sent the photos over. He scrolled through them while lounging beside Eric, making snide comments in between. They didn't make it to Peachwood Ranch, so they came to Petal Wharf instead. After all, spring never disappointed wherever one went.Eric had his long legs stretched out. With a pair of sunglasses resting on his nose, it was impossible to tell whether he was asleep or looking at something."Eric, look! The meat is grilled perfectly. I swear I can smell it through the screen." Seeing Eric ignore him, Sean pushed the phone in front of him.Eric didn't move, but tilted his head just enough to glance. In the photos, Ken was grilling meat while Rosalyn held a skewer, looking relaxed and comfortable. In two other shots, the two of them were talking, and Rosalyn was smiling brightly.Sean noticed Eric's reaction and p

Sunny didn't repeat Eric's final sentence, but he passed on everything else."He really wants that hill just because of Rosalyn?" Carl murmured.Sunny's eyes moved to the quicksand ornament on Carl's desk. Each grain slipped slowly downward; it looked slow, yet it all fell through eventually. Rosalyn had slipped away from Carl exactly like that.Even an outsider like Sunny understood it. Yet, Carl still didn't. He kept thinking that Rosalyn's heartbreak began with the wedding incident. He had no idea that was the last straw that made her finally stop loving him."I don't know, but that's what it sounded like," Sunny said while lifting his head to look at Carl, who looked drained. "If he's fighting for her, can't you let go for her sake?"Carl lifted his heavy eyelids. After a long moment, he nodded. "If he's doing it for Rosalyn, then I can—""Carl, Rosalyn may have left you, but she wouldn't want to see you like this."Over the past seven years, Sunny had become quite familiar

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable."Eric listened to the robotic voice, ended the call, and Ken instantly felt a chill run down his spine. "Uh...""You'd better pray she's fine," Eric warned before walking away.Ken pursed his lips. "She said she was fine."After muttering that, he glanced up at the ceiling light. "God, she's okay, right?"Rosalyn sneezed repeatedly. The spring breeze had given her a cold. On top of the fever, she now had a runny nose and sneezed nonstop."Drink something hot. It'll help," Tim said as he raised a hand to signal a nurse. "Could you get her a cup of warm water? Thank you."One patient taking care of another. Rosalyn couldn't help wiping her nose and laughing. "This feels like the blind leading the blind."Under the bright lights, the tip of her nose was flushed red, and even her eyes were slightly watery. This softened her usual aloofness, making her seem less distant than usual.Whenever Rosalyn caught a cold, she'd

Rosalyn remained silent.She knew Eric was about to get snarky again. Even if what he said was true, he shouldn't have said it so bluntly. She hurriedly coughed twice to stop him.Eric lifted his hand and gently patted her back. "What, haven't you heard any of the gossip about Mr. Zahn? Chill. He's only three years older than me. Guys his age should do everything a man is supposed to do."Did he have to say that?Rosalyn wanted to clamp his mouth shut, but she couldn't do anything right now. Eric had only brought it up because he couldn't stand seeing Tim around her. He wasn't just vengeful, but petty too.Tim remained silent. After Eric soothed Rosalyn's cough, he calmly added, "See? Mr. Zahn isn't even denying it.""Humans have desires. I'm not some celibate immortal," Tim replied and pressed the call bell.The nurse came to remove his IV needle and reminded him, "Press on it for a while.""How many IV bottles does my wife still need?" Eric took the chance to ask.The nu

"Did the fever fry your brain? Don't you recognize me?"Eric was dressed in gray silk loungewear, walking toward her at an unhurried pace. No matter the time, he always exuded such a relaxed vibe that made time itself slow down around him.He was always snarky, but Rosalyn was already used to it."Were you the one who changed my clothes?" she asked, not the least bit embarrassed."Who else did you want it to be?" Eric glanced at the velvet box on the nightstand, knowing she had already seen it.He set down the bowl of chicken soup and sat on the bed. The faint scent of cedar on him drifted through the air, filling Rosalyn's nose. Only then did she realize her nasal congestion had eased a lot."You probably wouldn't like being seen by someone when you're unconscious. It counts as invading privacy," Rosalyn reminded him.Eric raised an eyebrow. "I don't mind at all. If you want, you can try it on me."He was being flippant, but Rosalyn was completely serious. "I mean it—seriously