《CHASING THE CARPENTER'S HEART》全部章節：第 111 章 - 第 120 章

CHAPTER 112: THE HOLIDAY JOURNEY“Nana!”Evan sprang from his chair and raced toward his grandmother. His delighted cry rang through the terminal, drawing the attention of several nearby travelers.Evanka froze.Her gaze shifted from Evan, who was hugging Isabel tightly, to Liam, who now stood before her wearing a gentle, composed smile. He looked so calm, so utterly at ease that something inside her chest seemed to turn cold.Liam appeared completely unaware of her disappointment.“You arrived earlier than I expected,” he said lightly, as though there were nothing unusual about bringing his mother along. “Look at Evan. He’s so happy.”Evanka tried to smile.“Yes. Evan must be happy to have his grandmother here.”Liam glanced at her briefly before replying, “Evan is the luckiest little boy. His grandmother can still pick him up and spin him around.”Joy seemed to shave years from Isabel’s face. Happiness made her appear younger, healthier, more vibrant. Liam could not help feeling gra

CHAPTER 114A WARM DINNEREvening descended over the Maldives with unhurried grace, like a painting slowly changing its palette from blue to amber, then to shades of golden violet. That night felt more special than any other. The sea breeze drifted gently through the air, carrying the scent of salt and tropical blossoms. In the courtyard of the beachfront villa, strings of tiny lights hung between the coconut palms, glowing softly like a swarm of fireflies.Liam stood beside a long table crafted from pale wood, checking the arrangement of candles and sea-blue plates. At the center sat a small globe-shaped birthday cake atop a woven rattan stand. Around it were four smaller plates, each marked with a name: Evan, Nana, Daddy, and Mommy.A villa attendant arrived carrying two additional plates filled with tropical fruit salad.“Is everything ready?” Isabel asked.“Almost,” Liam replied. “I just need to light the candles.”She smiled fondly at him.“Look at you, son. Who would have imagin

CHAPTER 116THE LAST NIGHTThe sky was exceptionally clear that evening.The sea, which had shimmered beneath the sun only hours before, now rested in tranquil silence, reflecting the perfect full moon hanging above the horizon. A gentle ocean breeze drifted through the air, carrying the scent of salt and the soothing rhythm of waves brushing against the shore.On the villa's terrace, strings of tiny lanterns twinkled among the palm leaves. Beneath them, dinner had been prepared with simple warmth. Pale blue ceramic plates rested neatly on the table, a small candle flickered at the center, and soft music flowed quietly from a speaker nearby.Isabel arranged glasses of tropical juice beside each plate while Liam carefully carved portions of grilled fish, still fragrant with the smoky aroma of wood fire.Evan, dressed in whale-patterned pajamas, ran circles around the table, laughing.“Daddy, I want the biggest piece!”He pointed enthusiastically at the fish.Liam raised an eyebrow.“Ar

CHAPTER 118MAKING PEACESummer arrived gently in Canterbury, bringing with it the scent of fresh grass and the cheerful songs of birds welcoming the morning. Warm breezes drifted from the River Stour, sweeping past rows of old stone buildings that stood proudly along the town's historic streets.Among those landmarks, the Conelli Gallery complex now stood more impressive than ever.It was no longer merely an art gallery.It had become a home for dreams, ambition, and years of Liam's hard work.Behind the gallery, three large warehouses stretched across the property in neat rows of red brick and steel roofing. Two of them had been operating at full capacity for the past three months.Inside, the air carried the mingled scents of wood, varnish, paint, and upholstery materials.The sounds of saws, hammers, and workers' conversations blended into a lively rhythm of creation.Liam walked among his craftsmen wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and a pair of faded je

CHAPTER 120RETURNChatrine Madison looked impossibly composed, almost too elegant for a cluttered woodworking warehouse.Her crisp white linen shirt framed her slender figure, her hair tied in a low ponytail, and her gaze remained exactly as Liam remembered it: deep, sharp, and unwavering as she watched him cutting through a thick wooden plank.It was obvious she had been standing there for some time, quietly observing him at work. There was something fascinating about the way Liam handled wood. His movements were rough in appearance, yet every action carried remarkable precision and focus.For nearly ten minutes, Chatrine remained at the doorway before Liam finally sensed her presence.He shut off the machine at once.The sudden silence rang louder than the saw itself.“Since when have you been standing there?” he asked, his voice still unsteady.“A while,” Chatrine replied simply.Her tone was professional. Controlled.Too professional for two people who had once loved each other e