《She Refused to Love Her Husband》全部章節：第 61 章 - 第 70 章

The pale Sunday morning sun slowly pushed through the dispersing gray rain clouds, casting long, golden streaks across West End Avenue. By seven o'clock, the air smelled crisp and clean, washed fresh by the overnight downpour. Puddles mirrored the bright blue sky above, while dry leaves swirled along the damp sidewalks in the gentle autumn breeze.Inside the third-floor apartment kitchen, the quiet hum of a simmering pot filled the cozy room. Amelia stood near the stove, wearing a soft pastel yellow cardigan over a dark grey maternity tunic. She held a wooden spoon, carefully stirring a batch of chicken broth and vegetable soup. Her hand rested naturally over her swollen belly, feeling the steady, rhythmic shifts of her growing child.Alexander walked into the kitchen wearing a dark green wool sweater, dark trousers, and soft leather house shoes. He carried a stack of freshly ironed white linen towels from the laundry closet. Setting the towels on the counter, he walked straight up be

The cold night air carried a sharp, bitter frost across West End Avenue by two o'clock on Tuesday morning. Heavy clouds smothered the stars, casting the quiet residential neighborhood in deep shadow. On the third floor of the clinic, the fire in the brick fireplace had burned down to embers, leaving a gentle, ambient glow in the living room.Alexander woke up instantly. His eyes snapped open in the dark, every instinct honed by years of alertness. Beside him on the wide bed, Amelia stirred uncomfortably, her hand gripping the cotton sheet as a soft groan escaped her lips."Amelia?" Alexander turned immediately, leaning over her. He reached out, placing his palm gently against her forehead. Her skin was warm, damp with a thin layer of cold sweat. "Amelia, look at me. What is it?"Amelia opened her eyes, gasping slightly as a tight contraction rippled through her abdomen. She gripped Alexander’s forearm, her nails pressing into his skin through his shirt sleeve."The contractions... the

The cool Friday morning breeze carried the clean smell of pine and damp earth across West End Avenue. By six o'clock, the neighborhood was slowly coming to life. A milk delivery truck rumbled quietly down the street, its tires humming against the wet pavement, while distant church bells chimed six times. Sunlight spilled through the sheer curtains of the third-floor apartment, painting warm golden strips across the dark oak floorboards.Inside the quiet master bedroom, Alexander lay awake, his arm comfortably wrapped around Amelia’s waist. Amelia slept peacefully on her side, her head resting on his chest, her soft, steady breathing warming his collarbone. In the cherry-wood crib three feet away, little Arthur let out a tiny, high-pitched squeak, his small arms stretching over his knitted blue blanket.Alexander shifted slowly, easing out from under Amelia without waking her. He slid his feet into his slippers, pulled on a dark cotton robe, and padded softly across the room to the cri

By five o'clock in the afternoon, the rainstorm had tapered off into a gentle, cool drizzle. Streetlamps flickered to life along West End Avenue, casting long amber reflections on the dark, wet asphalt. The crisp evening air carried the scent of woodsmoke, roasting chicken, and wet oak leaves from the nearby park.Inside the cozy third-floor kitchen, the warm glow of hanging brass pendant lights filled the room. A large cast-iron pot bubbled gently on the stove, releasing the comforting aroma of chicken broth, chopped carrots, celery, and fresh thyme.Amelia stood by the wooden counter, carefully peeling potatoes with a small paring knife. Her soft pale blue dress was covered by a clean white apron tied neatly at her waist. Though her body was still recovering, her eyes sparkled with a deep, quiet contentment that no storm could wash away.Alexander stepped into the kitchen, wearing a dark gray knit sweater with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He walked over to the stove, took th

The Monday morning air blew cool and fresh down West End Avenue, carrying the sharp scent of damp pine and freshly cut grass. By six o'clock, the neighborhood was already humming with energy. The golden rays of the early sun bounced off the newly mounted wooden sign above the clinic doors, making the carved letters of Dr. Arthur Sterling’s name glisten like polished brass.Inside the third-floor apartment, the smell of dark roast coffee and toasted oatmeal filled the small kitchen. Amelia stood by the counter in a navy cotton dress, her hair swept up neatly with a wooden clip. She carefully adjusted the collar of Alexander’s white dress shirt while he stood before her, his long arms wrapping loosely around her waist."You don't have to stay downstairs all day, Alexander," Amelia whispered, her hazel eyes warm as she smoothed the fabric over his shoulder. "Maya and I can handle the morning registrations. You have meetings at the main company office."Alexander looked down at her, his d