The Beautiful Wife Of Mr Rowland novel Chapter 11

Denovon sat back in his chair, fingers loosely tapping on the armrest as he watched Emily walk out of his office. There was something about her—something quiet but strong—that lingered even after she left the room.

Just then, his phone rang.

He checked the screen.

Grandfather.

He sighed and picked it up.

Denovon:

“Grandpa.”

Grandfather (chuckling):

“Ah! How does it feel sitting in the big chair now, Chairman Rowland?”

Denovon:

“It feels... normal. Work is work.”

Grandfather:

“Don’t play tough with me, boy. I know it excites you. I built that company with my sweat. You better take care of it.”

Denovon (smirking):

“I will. I plan to.”

There was a short pause before the real agenda began.

Grandfather:

“And now that work is going smoothly, when are you getting married?”

Denovon (sighs):

“Grandpa...”

Grandfather (cutting him off):

“No excuses. You’re thirty, Denovon. You’ve handled the business in America, you’re running Rowland now. What next? You want me to carry great-grandchildren in a walking stick?”

Denovon (dry):

“You already picked a blind date for me. Isn’t that enough?”

Grandfather:

“I’ll pick twenty if I must! You’re too serious all the time. You need a woman who can soften that stone you call a heart.”

Denovon didn’t argue further. He let the old man nag until he was tired, then ended the call with a polite “I’ll think about it.”

INT. ROWLAND CORPORATION – BUILDING FLOOR

Wanting a break from all the pressure, Denovon left his office and took the elevator down. He walked slowly, observing the building floor—employees, departments, faces.

Then he saw her.

Emily.

She was standing by the glass railing, phone to her ear, eyes distant. He didn’t mean to linger, but he stopped at a distance, watching her. The late afternoon sun cast a soft glow on her hair, her profile calm but focused.

He moved closer... then stopped when he heard her voice. She was still on the call.

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