《She Refused to Love Her Husband》全部章節：第 91 章 - 第 100 章

A harsh, icy drizzle began falling over West End Avenue well before dawn, turning into thick sleet as the wind picked up from the north. The neighborhood stirred slowly, the iron wheels of early supply wagons crunching loudly over the slush on the road.Upstairs in the third-floor apartment, the day began with the familiar routines of household life.Amelia stood near the iron stove wearing a dark wool dress, carefully stirring a pot of hot oats while monitoring a kettle of water. Beside the hearth, little Arthur sat on a folded sheepskin rug, babbling happily as he banged a wooden spoon against a copper cup. At six months old, his eyes sparkled with bright curiosity, his small hands reaching eagerly for his wooden toys."You have a lot of work to do with that spoon, don't you?" Amelia said with a soft smile, kneeling down to smooth his brown curls and kiss his cheek.Alexander walked out of the bedchamber, pulling a heavy grey wool vest over his dark shirt. He looked tall and broad,

The cold morning air bit sharply through the thin glass of the third-floor apartment window. Down on the street, early morning market sellers pushed heavy handcarts across the frozen cobblestones, their boots making loud crunching sounds in the icy slush.Inside, the small apartment smelled of hot tea, woodsmoke, and fried cornmeal.Amelia stood by the small iron stove, wearing a simple dark blue dress with her hair tied back loosely. She turned the bread in the hot skillet, listening to the quiet sounds of her home. Near the warm hearth, little Arthur sat on a thick blanket. At six months old, he was full of life, happily kicking his little feet and trying to grab a smooth wooden block with both hands."Look at you, big boy," Amelia said with a small smile. She knelt down, picked him up, and held him close to her chest. His small head rested right under her chin, warm and soft. She kissed his chubby cheek before setting him back down safely on his blanket.The bedroom door opened, an

A sharp, howling wind battered the windowpanes of the third-floor apartment long before the morning light broke over West End Avenue. Black frost clung to the stone walls of the buildings, and a thin sheet of slick glass covered every cobblestone on the street below.Inside the home, the quiet rhythm of morning was already underway.Amelia stood by the woodstove in a heavy burgundy wool dress, her dark hair pinned neatly off her neck. She pushed a wooden spoon through a steaming pot of thick oat porridge, keeping one eye on the iron kettle as water began to boil. On the thick wool rug by the hearth, little Arthur sat upright on his hands and knees. At six months old, he was full of energy, babbling small non-sense sounds as he tried to pull himself up against the side of a sturdy wooden armchair."Careful there, little explorer," Amelia said softly, stepping over to place a soft cushion behind him. She smoothed his brown curls, leaning down to press a warm kiss onto his rosy cheek. Ar

The morning mist lay low over West End Avenue as the first rays of winter sunlight cut through the cold air. The street was slick with ice, forcing passing horses to step carefully along the frozen stones.Upstairs in the apartment, the day opened with quiet warmth. Amelia stood by the cast-iron stove wearing a wool dress of dark plum, her hair pinned up off her shoulders. She turned fresh corn cakes in a hot iron pan, listening to the soft sizzle of butter while the iron kettle boiled nearby. On a braided rug beside the hearth, six-month-old Arthur sat upright, happily banging a smooth wooden block against a carved wooden dish, his bright hazel eyes shining with morning energy."Listen to you, little musician," Amelia said with a warm smile, bending down to pat his flushed cheek before tending to the stove.The bedroom door opened, and Alexander stepped into the kitchen. He wore a heavy wool shirt, his sleeves pushed up to reveal his thick forearms. The quiet strength in his tall fra

The smell of pine sap turned sharp and acrid within seconds as smoke curled through the wide gaps between the wall timbers. Orange light flickered across the high rafters, casting long, dancing shadows over the stacks of dry hay."Alexander!" Amelia cried out, the sharp stench hitting the back of her throat.Alexander didn't waste a heartbeat on fear. He spun around, grabbing Amelia by the upper arms and looking straight into her eyes with fierce clarity. "Get Evelyn, Maya, and Arthur to the rear wagon gate. Now!"Evelyn was already scrambling out of the straw, pulling little Arthur against her chest and wrapping her wool shawl over his face to shield him from the rising smoke. Maya grabbed the two medicine bags, her face pale as paper as sparks began to fall from the dry pine roof above."The main front doors are blocked by fire!" Frank yelled, running back from the front entry, his eyes watering from the heat. "They threw oil against the wood and barred it from the outside!""Then w