All Chapters of The Billionaire's Housemaid: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Before Richard could spill the truth, a wave of apprehension seized him. He hesitated, pondering the potential fallout his words might trigger for his boss. The newfound intimacy with Rowan made him wary of anything that could sour their budding connection. With a heavy heart, he opted to postpone the revelation."I'll tell him later, once I've got a grip on Andrew," Richard resolved before departing the store, a constellation of conflicting emotions swirling within him. 🌟As the night deepened, Flora harbored a desperate hope that David's lost memories might return by dawn's light. But David remained steadfast in his refusal to let her stay, despite his mother's pleading."I may not understand the nature of your relationship with this woman," David declared, his voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and concern, "but I won't allow anything to disrupt my wife's peace. Even in her silence, her discomfort speaks volumes. It's time for you to leave."His mother, poised to intervene

Rowan had been lost in recounting memories of her past with David, reminiscing about the innocence of their childhood encounters, until sleep overcame her and she drifted into a deep dream.The abrupt knock on the door startled Rowan from her slumber, and before she could fully comprehend the situation, the door burst open and Flora stormed in.Rage emanated from Flora's every pore as her eyes fell upon the scene before her: Rowan's head nestled on David's chest, his arm wrapped protectively around her.As Flora's fury ignited, Rowan realized the assumptions racing through Flora's mind. With a swift understanding, she slipped from the bed and approached Flora."Let's talk in the kitchen," Rowan suggested, mindful of waking David or allowing him to overhear their conversation."It's not what you think, nothing happened between us," Rowan attempted to explain, but before her words could find purchase, Flora's hand struck her face, leaving Rowan gasping and clutching her stinging cheek.

"Sit, David. Let's have a heart-to-heart, son," David's father beckoned, his voice gentle yet weighted with concern. David sank into the chair, his nerves dancing like wildfire within him.""Don't worry, David. You're safe here," his father comforted, his eyes softening with understanding."Now, tell me what's weighing on your mind. I can sense it, especially with Flora," he encouraged, his gaze piercing through David's facade. David marveled at his father's insight, a blend of admiration and unease knotting in his stomach."Thanks, Dad," David murmured, his voice trembling with emotion."For what?" his father inquired, curiosity flickering in his eyes."For being there, for being Dad," David choked out, a chill creeping down his spine as he wondered what his father knew about Flora's misdeeds, yet chose to keep silent.His father didn't need to ask. He knew David's facade hid something significant, something tied to Flora."Dad, I just need a little more time to wrap things up. Then,

Today was different. James returned home earlier than usual, his temper simmering beneath the surface, impossible to contain. He was seething with annoyance that his own brother would betray him by disclosing his intentions to Flora.Steve's actions had left James feeling betrayed, questioning his brother's motives. Steve had made decisions for others without considering their feelings, leaving Jessica and marrying someone else in a misguided attempt to protect their family and secure his own future.As James pulled into the driveway and stepped out of his car, his anger burned hot within him. He didn't bother with his suitcase; instead, he marched straight into Rowan's apartment."Uncle James, you're back early! You must really love this favorite dish of yours. I'll be done soon. Find a place to sit," Jessica greeted him cheerfully, emerging from the kitchen as soon as she heard his car. She opened the door for him, oblivious to the storm raging inside him.But James hadn't returned

The atmosphere inside the club felt electric as James stepped through the door, every gaze turning toward him as if he were the main act of the evening. He could sense the weight of expectation, the curiosity swirling around him like a thick fog. Some eyes held intrigue, others speculation, but all of them seemed to acknowledge his presence with an intensity that unsettled him.As he made his way through the dimly lit space, the thumping bass of the music reverberated through his bones, adding to the pulsating energy of the room. It was as if each beat echoed the tumultuous rhythm of his own thoughts, a chaotic symphony playing out against the backdrop of the club's vibrant atmosphere.Despite the lively surroundings, James couldn't shake the heaviness in his heart. The image of Rowan and David lingered in his mind like an unresolved melody, haunting him with its unanswered questions and unspoken truths. He felt a knot of frustration tightening in his chest, a mix of anger and longing