The Beautiful Wife Of Mr Rowland novel Chapter 14

Emily stepped out of the company building, the sun already low in the sky.

The wind tugged gently at her coat, and her heels tapped lightly on the pavement. She was exhausted after spending hours reviewing documents, but her posture remained graceful.

She made her way down the sidewalk, heading toward the bus stop.

No car. No driver. Just herself and the quiet hum of the street.

It was strange — just this morning, she had signed papers that made her someone’s wife. Now, she was walking to the bus like nothing had changed.

A loud car honk cut through the street, making her stop abruptly.

She turned.

A sleek black car had pulled up beside her. The window rolled down.

Denovon.

He leaned slightly to the side, one hand on the steering wheel, his dark eyes calm but unreadable. A small, knowing smile played at the edge of his lips.

“It seems Miss Carter has forgotten that she’s now Mrs. Rowland,” he said smoothly.

Emily froze, blinking.

He was right. She had forgotten. For a moment, the reality of today slipped her mind entirely.

Without a word, she walked toward the car and got in.

The door shut with a soft click, and the inside of the car fell silent.

The engine hummed as they pulled into the road, the streetlights blinking past them in gold and white.

Emily looked ahead quietly, hands folded on her lap.

Denovon glanced sideways at her. “Tired?”

“A bit,” she replied softly, her voice calm.

“You worked all day like nothing changed.”

“ I'm a manager” she said, not turning her head. “So I did.”

He gave a small nod, eyes back on the road. “Still... it’s your wedding day.”

Emily didn’t respond.

A long pause stretched between them.

Then Denovon suddenly turned onto a different road — not the route leading to her apartment.

Emily’s brows drew together slightly. “This isn’t the way to my place.”

“I know,” he said.

She glanced at him. “Where are we going?”

He didn’t look at her. “Jewelry Empire. I need to get something.”

Emily didn’t ask again. Instead, she leaned her head gently against the seat’s padded headrest. Her eyes drifted toward the window.

Denovon noticed her silence. She wasn’t sleeping. She wasn’t even closing her eyes. She just stared at the glass, calm… distant.

He said nothing. But for some reason, a frown crept onto his forehead.

The rest of the drive passed quietly, filled only with the steady hum of the road beneath them.

When the car stopped in front of Jewelry Empire, Denovon got out first.

Emily stepped out after him.

The luxury jewelry mall gleamed under soft lights, with glass walls and golden pillars. People in designer suits came and went, but Denovon walked straight in, his steps firm.

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