All Chapters of The Billionaire's Housemaid: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

David's father stared at him with unwavering determination, his brows furrowed deeply as he spoke in a deliberate, measured tone. "I had hoped that the Feather family and Flora Feather would retreat once they saw this news. But to my surprise, your misunderstanding of Rowan has had the opposite effect."His father's demeanor provoked a fiery response within David, shattering the facade of indifference he had worn until now. A smirk crossed his face as he retorted, "I'll make my own decisions from now on. Don't bother meddling in my affairs."Without bothering to glance at his father's reaction, David turned his head, intent on leaving the hotel room. However, his father's enraged voice pierced the air, commanding him to stop in his tracks. He froze, his father's anger acting as an invisible barrier.His father, too, rose from his seat in a fit of fury, closing the distance between them with purposeful strides. He interrogated David, his voice dripping with anger, "What do you mean? Hu

Chapter 51 Kiss in front of the bedRowan glanced back at Flora, her mind filled with curiosity about what Flora meant by the clothes she was wearing. Furthermore, she couldn't help but wonder why Flora seemed so shameless in her behavior.Flora gestured for Rowan to look at her attire. "Have you seen the dress I'm wearing?" she asked, expecting a response.Rowan didn't want to entertain Flora's words. She chose to ignore her, treating her words as nothing more than a fleeting breeze brushing past her ears. But Flora wasn't ready to let Rowan off the hook. She knew that David, Rowan's protector and father figure, was currently absent, so she persisted in her attempt to provoke Rowan."Do you know who designed this dress for me?" Flora continued, undeterred. "It's the creation of the most renowned designer in the entire country. And guess who commissioned this designer for me?"Rowan continued her silence, refusing to acknowledge Flora. After numerous times of ignoring her in the past,

Rowan sat at the table, absentmindedly sipping her porridge while mindlessly swiping through her phone. The news page was inundated with stories about the Thompson family's extravagant banquet from the previous night, and Rowan was growing increasingly bored with the repetitive coverage.Front and center, David's handsome face graced the headlines, accompanied by an attention-grabbing, larger-than-life headline: "The Reigning King of the Oregon Group of Companies." Rowan let out a sigh, tired of seeing David's name plastered everywhere. She decided to shift her attention to the realm of entertainment news, hoping for a brief escape from the constant updates about David.Scrolling through the latest celebrity gossip and mindless rumors seemed far more appealing than subjecting herself to the never-ending news cycle centered around David. Amidst the sea of frivolous stories, one particular post caught her eye. It revealed that a popular female model, often seen at Cherry model night par

Rowan's heart skipped a beat as her eyes locked with Amira's across the coming towards her.Fear gripped her, the same fear that had plagued her since their high school days. She had missed out on so much because of Amira, who always tormented her and made her life difficult. The memories flooded back, threatening to overwhelm her, as she stood frozen in place.Rowan's high school days were a nightmare, thanks to Amira. Amira was the one who made her life difficult, constantly tormenting her. During those years, Rowan longed for David's protection. They had been friends since elementary school, and David always stood up for her against bullies. But in high school, Amira and her gang targeted Rowan because of her small stature.They would beat her mercilessly, treating her as if she were their personal servant. Rowan was so tiny, defenseless against their cruelty. The abuse got so bad that one day she ended up in the hospital. Despite the pain and fear, Rowan never told her parents wha

Chapter 57 The Deviation of MemoryRowan's mind went blank, desperately hoping to conceal the truth from David—the one person she couldn't bear to admit she had slept with two nights ago.She swiftly swatted his hand away from her clothes, gripping his collar tightly to shield David's view. Her heart raced, and she stammered, "No."David's intense gaze pierced her, his voice was deep and knowing, aware that Rowan was attempting to feign ignorance of his question.Words failed her at that moment, but she quickly composed a response, mustering all the courage she had left. "No matter what you're asking, it wasn't me. I went to the bathroom and when I returned, I didn't see any of you. So, I went home alone.""How, then, did you get that mark on your neck?" David interrogated."Mosquito bites," Rowan hastily replied, feeling increasingly uneasy under the weight of his scrutiny.David continued to stare intently into her eyes, a sneer curling his lips at her response. "Rowan, are you stil