All Chapters of CHASING THE CARPENTER'S HEART: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHAPTER 11 JEALOUS CHATRINEOlivia was left standing there in shock. She could only watch Liam’s back as he walked away with an incredibly beautiful blonde woman. A bitter feeling rose in her chest, even though she tried to push it aside. It still hurt, even if she never wanted to admit it.Chatrine gave no room for explanations. She immediately pulled Liam’s arm roughly, as if he already belonged to her.Liam chose to follow. He was not the kind of man who liked arguing with women, especially not in public. Yet somehow, Chatrine Madison had a way of getting under his skin.As soon as they got into the pickup, the door slammed shut with a loud bang, almost making the glass tremble. Silence filled the tight space. Only their breathing could be heard, fast and heavy, loaded with anger on the verge of exploding.“What was that just now?” Liam finally spoke. His eyes were sharp, almost piercing.Chatrine crossed her arms over her chest. Her face was flushed, a mix of jealousy, irritation,

CHAPTER 13 DINNER TOGETHERChatrine stepped inside with confidence. Her heels clicked softly against the floor, her movements as poised as a runway model, even though she was only wearing a simple dress borrowed from Eva.Before Liam could say anything, a cheerful voice came from the living room.“Chatrine! You really came!”Liam’s mother appeared with an enthusiastic smile, immediately taking Chatrine’s hand. Isabel Conelli was a traditional housewife, still carrying the values of decades past. A bit old-fashioned, but always lively with a touch of playful charm.“Oh, I thought you might forget my dinner invitation,” Isabel said warmly.“That would be impossible, Auntie,” Chatrine replied with a polite and graceful smile.She adjusted her tone perfectly, like a refined young woman greeting an elder with respect.Isabel continued to admire her appearance.“My dear, you look absolutely beautiful tonight. Simple, yet even more stunning.”Chatrine smiled kindly. “Thank you, Auntie. It’s

CHAPTER 15 A STRONGER WOMANLiam had already kissed Chatrine hard several times, and she had never refused. He should have known what he wanted by now.The kitchen was still dark, lit only by the faint glow of a candle. The lingering scent of soup mixed with the smell of dish soap drying on the sink. The ticking wall clock sounded unusually clear, marking the tension growing between them.Liam leaned closer and whispered, his voice low near her ear.“We could move to another room if you want to continue.”But when Liam became serious, Chatrine suddenly felt nervous. Her lips parted, yet no words came out. Her body stiffened, even though minutes ago she had not resisted his kisses at all.“I’ll give you what you want.”That sentence made Chatrine’s mind go blank. For a moment, she was confused. Had she really come all the way here because she wanted something physical? Because she was drawn to a man who challenged her curiosity?“I don’t just want that,” Chatrine said suddenly, her voi

CHAPTER 17 JEALOUSYIt was still early morning. A thin layer of dew clung to the gallery windows. Yet Olivia was already there, standing outside. She looked exhausted, like someone who hadn’t slept all night.As Liam’s truck came to a stop in the parking lot, Chatrine glanced sideways, a faint, knowing smile forming on her lips.“She’s here for you,” she said coolly, her words sharp despite their simplicity.Liam turned off the engine and took a deep breath, choosing not to respond. His gaze stayed forward, thoughtful.Chatrine looked at him again, then added in a firmer tone,“I’ll give you fifteen minutes. We need to discuss something important about the gallery’s development plan.”Without waiting for an answer, she opened the door and stepped out. Her stilettos clicked confidently against the concrete as she walked.Olivia, standing by the entrance, froze. Her eyes widened when she saw Chatrine step out of Liam’s vehicle. The blonde woman was strikingly beautiful, tall, and dresse

CHAPTER 19 LIAM’S HOT-TEMPERED BLUNDERThe atmosphere inside the gallery warehouse grew increasingly tense. It was not from machines or sunlight, but from Liam’s voice, which rose sharply every couple of minutes.“That nail is crooked again! Are you blind?” Liam snapped in irritation.“Don’t drag the boxes like that! If they get damaged, who’s going to pay for it?” he continued, scolding his employees.“You! Lift with both hands, not one! Good grief, this feels like training kindergarten kids!”The workers exchanged uneasy glances. Cold sweat mixed with frustration. Their boss was usually a perfectionist, but today Liam seemed like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode over even the smallest mistake, like a speck of dust on a box.Marko watched quietly from the side of the room. His gaze was sharp, but a sly smile played on his lips. He had sensed something was off about Liam ever since he arrived earlier.Then, as Liam crouched to pick up a hammer that had fallen to the floor, a piec