บททั้งหมดของ Marrying Without You: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Getting jealous meant Rosalyn cared, but she didn't care about Eric, and she couldn't let him think she ever would, even if that bruised his ego.Rosalyn could feel it. She could see that Eric was genuinely trying to win her over.But the harder he tried, the more she had to make sure he never felt like he was getting close.What lay between them was a game of wills. It was him against her, and her against herself. She was gambling on whether she could keep her heart locked up.Rosalyn scooped a spoonful of chicken soup and brought it to her tongue. "What do you think?"Her cool reaction, combined with that line, was already an obvious answer.Eric smiled. "Rosalyn, you're really heartless, aren't you?"There was a bite to what he said.For a split second, Rosalyn actually felt like she was the villain here. It was as if she were bullying him.Her cold lasted an entire week. It was just a regular seasonal bug, but she didn't want to risk infecting Julia, so she didn't even go

The room was a mess, with broken things scattered all over the floor like everything had been thrown or smashed.Rosalyn had braced herself, but the sight still made her scalp tingle. Something flew past her the moment she stepped in, followed by a string of wild, frantic shouting in a language no one understood.Tim's first instinct was to pull her back, but she reacted faster. She dodged the flying object, stepped inside, and shut the door behind her.Tim's raised hand slowly lowered, and the expression on his face grew tense. He lifted his chin, and Yorick hurried over immediately. "Mr. Zahn…""Have the medical team on standby."They had already prepared for Drew's condition to flare up, but the 'standby' he meant now was for Rosalyn.He was afraid she'd get hurt."Aren't they already here?" Yorick clearly didn't understand what he meant.Tim gave him a look. A chill ran straight down Yorick's spine, and he quickly looked down."If you're worried, sir, you can watch the feed

At Sanctum Heights Private Hospital, the black Cayenne's window was rolled down, Eric rested his arm on the frame as he stared at a second-floor window. Through the thin sheer curtains, he could faintly make out silhouettes moving inside."Mrs. Nevermore sure knows how to cause trouble. She even managed to bring her entire family together." Sean broke the silence from the passenger seat.Eric, who was normally sharp-tongued and merciless, actually spared Sean this time. He didn't snap back. Instead, his tone was cool. "How long until her family gets here?""About thirty minutes before they hit the battlefield," Sean replied. He was still being his usual obnoxious self.Eric leaned back into the seat. "Thirty minutes."Sean cleared his throat. "Finally, something your language teacher didn't teach you. Your math is mathing."Eric's tongue pressed lightly against his molars. "Didn't your college literature professor retire to Aravel for volunteer work? The one who adored you? If yo

The words came so suddenly. Carried by Eric's deep voice, it felt like something had gently landed on Rosalyn's heart.Her struggling stopped mid-motion, and she glanced sideways at him.Eric raised his brows. "I got that right, didn't I, Mrs. Hammond?"He had just said 'I love you' in Aravelian, and it was accurate.It also sounded beautiful.Rosalyn had heard 'I love you' in many languages, and she'd always preferred the Aravelian version. Each syllable seemed to dance on the tongue. She had even taught Carl once, wanting him to say it to her.But he had frowned back then when she mentioned it, calling her sentimental.She hadn't expected to hear it from Eric now. The feeling was there, but to her, it meant nothing."You're very knowledgeable, Mr. Hammond," Rosalyn said without holding back.Eric, unusually humble, replied, "I just looked it up on my phone. I'm not as good as you, though. Maybe you can teach me some?"Teach him?Of course, he meant more than that. Earlier,

Rosalyn shivered and instinctively pulled away."Eric…" She was barely audible.She was shocked, not just because he was taking off her shoes, but by the entire scene. In Rosalyn's mind, Eric was always the untouchable, high-and-mighty guy who seemed superior to everyone else. Yet, here he was, crouched at her feet.The visual alone was unprecedented, and he was even removing her shoes.If they were truly lovers, it might have made sense, but they weren't. They had clearly marked the dates of their separation and were merely living for their own needs.Even if he said his revenge was to make her fall for him, this act went far beyond anything required for that.Rosalyn tried to pull back her foot, but he held it gently in his palm, seemingly unaware of her discomfort or shock. Instead, he focused on a small reddened spot on her toe. "Why wear shoes that don't fit?"They were new shoes that were a little tight but still wearable. She hadn't expected him to notice.Eric was alway