All Chapters of My Beta Charming: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

They were in hiding, but they needed far more than just a borrowed roof over their heads to survive. The food Martha had packed for their journey had already finished, leaving them with nothing. After cleaning the entire cottage, all they had for dinner were a handful of berries plucked from the wild bushes in the backyard, hardly enough to quiet their hunger. How long were they going to survive on them?Violet was inside, dusting and sweeping. Outside, Sean cleared the backyard. They were hoping to grow some vegetables there. Even though she had been working since morning, exhaustion didn't seem to dim her spirit. If he could abandon his palace-like mansion for her and live in this worn-out little cottage, the least she could do was try to turn it into something beautiful, something worthy of the man who chose her over everything he had.As she was sweeping the floor, a gentle knock tapped at the main door. She lifted her head and nearly jumped when she found Sean already beside her.

"What is it?' she asked, snatching the bag from his hand. With curiosity shimmering in her eyes, she opened the bag. Her beautiful eyes widened in wonder as she brought out the dress. "Wow!" she exclaimed, holding it. "You got it for me?" she asked him. eyes wide."Nope. For the woman who invited us," he replied flatly. Violet hit his bicep in a childish frustration. "I am serious." Nate chuckled at her reaction before accepting that it was for her. "How did you get it?" she asked, and then her gaze instinctively landed on his fingers. Another ring is missing. All the joy she felt in the moment vanished, replaced by guilt. She raised her gaze to him, eyes softened, "I don't need another dress. Take it back." "That's rude," Sean commented, Faking sadness. "You don't have to trade your precious possessions for me. I only need you, nothing else," she explained eranestly. She didn't care about luxuries or indulgence as long as he was here with her. "You're my most precious possessio

Mr. Barclay lounged on the bench, basking in the afternoon sun as steam rose from the mug of tea on the table. His glasses rested on the bridge of his nose as his eyes delved deep into the pages of the book he was reading. "Good morning, sir," Mr. Hill bowed in reverence as he greeted the old man. Barclay looked up from the book and fixed his gaze on Mr. Hill. Sunlight bounced off his bald head, a thin circle of hair around it. Deep wrinkles marked his face, and his round body made him seem harmless, but there was something in his dull eyes that said he wasn’t.Barclay glanced down at his wristwatch before looking back at Mr. Hill. "You are two minutes late, Toby." "I am sorry," Mr. Hill said, scratching his brow. "Master stopped me.""Who is he?" Barclay questioned, eyes locked on Sean. Toby offered a hesitant smile. "He is Jason. My new neighbor. He needed a job, so I brought him here," Hill explained nervously. Barclay studied Sean with a sharp, assessing glint. "Where are you

"Who was that girl with the beast boy?" Eric asked Toby, putting his foot over the table in the clerk's face. Even though it was Toby's office, Eric had claimed the head chair. "Beast boy?" Toby asked, not sure what he meant. "Dad's new bodyguard," Eric said, something sinister brewing behind his brown eyes. Understanding dawned on Toby. "They are husband and wife," Toby told him, in case he was up to something. "Ohh," Toby took in the information with a neutral expression. Husband, wife for now, he thought. No woman. Married or unmarried could escape his charm. "And what their names?" he asked. Toby was confused. Eric had never bothered to know the staff's names before. For him, servants didn't count as human. "May I ask you why?" Toby dared ask.The easy smirk on Eric's face vanished, a dark scowl settling in its place. He grabbed a paperweight and hurled it towards him. Toby's eyes widened before he ducked, narrowly escaping the hit. The object exploded against the wall, th

A heavy sack of crops came crashing down toward Mr. Becker, but Sean lunged forward, stopping it with lightning-fast reflexes. The move was so sudden and unexpected that everyone froze for a moment. Mr. Becker himself took a moment to recover. He watched as Sean put the sack back in its place with no effort. His strength was unreal, and the alertness he possessed was just as astounding.Mr. Becker watched him closely as Sean commanded workers to pile sacks carefully. The authority in his voice resembled that of a royal rank.After inspection, Sean escorted Becker to his office. "I’ll be outside," he said, offering no bow. He never did. And Becker never pushed him either, not out of respect, but because something about this man warned him not to cross him. He was scary. "Wait," Mr. Becker said. Sean stopped. "Take a seat," Mr. Becker gestured towards the chair across from him. Sean sat down in it. "I heard you have a woman back at home," Becker remarked. Sean's posture stiffened, h