All Chapters of Taming the Devil: After Divorce, Tangled Up in You: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sebastian woke the following morning feeling uncommonly languid, a faint heaviness lingering in his limbs, as though sleep had not entirely released its hold upon him.And yet—He had dreamt.A most… peculiar dream.Soft whispers, tender and close. A gentle touch threading through his hair. The faintest brush of lips against his skin.Absurd, of course.Entirely impossible.Or so he told himself.He pushed himself upright, remaining seated upon the sofa for a moment, his expression distant as his surroundings gradually came into focus.Ah.Yes.He had fallen asleep here.After—His gaze flickered to the wall.The damage was… unmistakable.Cracks splintered across the surface, and the dark, dried stains of blood marred it in a manner that might have unsettled a lesser man.Sebastian exhaled sharply.“What on earth possessed me last night…?”A flicker of irritation crossed his features, though it did not linger long before something more complicated replaced it.Regret.Unwelcome. Persi

“He told me everything, Rosie,” Anne said, her voice trembling with conviction. “He discovered your affairs two weeks ago. And still—still he tried to be a good husband. He approached you gently, hoping the two of you might begin again.”Anne’s expression softened for a fleeting moment, as though recalling Charles standing before her—tired, wounded, yet composed.“But you refused him,” she continued, her tone sharpening once more. “You would not reconcile. Instead, you filed for divorce, all so you might claim his money. Dear God… where did I go so wrong in raising you?”“That—That’s a lie!” Rosie cried, the words bursting forth at last. “I never cheated! And I told him plainly—I do not want his money. I only want him to leave me alone!”Her voice trembled with desperation.“Mum, please… you must believe me. You are my mother—why would I lie to you?”For a moment, she dared to hope.But Anne’s gaze remained cold, unyielding.“And you truly expect me to believe that?” she asked.Rosie’s

Charles pressed the intercom, summoning his secretary. A few minutes later, Miranda knocked and entered without much ceremony.“What is it, Charles?” she asked casually.There was no need for formalities between them. Whatever professional boundary once existed had long since dissolved. If anything, Miranda felt he should be the embarrassed one—not her. She had been waiting for that ring he kept postponing, and her patience was thinning.“We’re heading to my brother’s office,” Charles said. “Prepare the car.”“What? Sebastian Edward Sterling’s office?” Miranda’s eyes lit up instantly. “Wait—give me a second! I need to fix my makeup!”“I told you to prepare the car, not panic,” Charles replied dryly. “Call the chauffeur.”“I am preparing!” she shot back. “I just need to look my best. Who knows? Maybe he’ll like me.”Charles arched a brow, amused. “And you think that’s likely?”“Well, you do,” Miranda said without shame. “You’re

“Desiree, reheat my lunch,” Sebastian said without looking up, his voice calm but firm. “And don’t forget my banana milk. I’ll be waiting in my office.”“Yes, Sir.”Desiree took the lunch bag and walked out, the soft click of the office door closing behind her leaving Sebastian alone with his thoughts. Meanwhile, she made her way to the pantry, placing the containers neatly on the counter.When she opened the lunchbox, a warm, savory aroma immediately filled the small space.“Damn…” she muttered under her breath.Even before reheating it, the food looked impressive. The portions were carefully arranged—rice fluffed just right, vegetables cut evenly, protein cooked to a color that hinted at both flavor and balance. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was thoughtful. Intentional.Rosie had clearly put effort into this.Desiree leaned slightly closer, inspecting it as she set the microwave timer.“She really pays attention to everything

Sebastian slowed his eating when he noticed it.That expression.Across the table, Rosie was watching him—quietly, almost absentmindedly—but there was a faint smile on her lips. It wasn’t loud or exaggerated. Just… soft. Subtle.But it was there.And it bothered him.He frowned, setting his spoon down with a soft clink.“What now?” he asked, his tone edged with irritation. “Why are you smiling like that?”Rosie blinked, as if pulled out of her thoughts.“Ah…” She hesitated for a moment, then answered honestly. “I was just… happy that you’re eating my cooking.”Her fingers curled slightly on her lap as she spoke, her voice gentle but sincere.“It might not be much,” she continued, “especially since you’re used to being around capable people… powerful women who work alongside you.”