All Chapters of My Cold Husband : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Lily ran her fingers over the worn cover, the leather warm under her touch. “Thank you, it means a lot.” she whispered. Aaron nodded once before leaning back against the alcove wall, his eyes drifting closed as the sunlight warmed his face. Lily stayed where she was, clutching the journal tightly in her hands. For the first time in what felt like forever, the storm inside her didn’t feel so suffocating. Aaron saw her worthy of this journal-last gift from his grandmother. And as she glanced sideways at Aaron-this man who carried his own scars but still found ways to help her breathe-she realized something. Maybe healing wasn’t about finding a cure. Maybe it was about finding someone who made the weight a little easier to carry. Here’s the next chapter, continuing the emotional depth and exploring the growing connection between Lily and Aaron. The rooftop had become a fragile cocoon, shielding them from the noise of the world below. Time felt suspended, the morning sun rising high

The walk to the bookstore was shorter than she expected. Nestled between two larger buildings, its faded sign read "Willow’s Nook.” A small bell chimed as they stepped inside, and the scent of old paper and polished wood greeted them. The librarian was a small lady with a bob cut and cat eyed glasses, probably in her fifties.The space was cozy, with narrow aisles lined with overflowing shelves and dim lamps casting a warm glow. It felt like stepping into another world, one untouched by time.Aaron guided her to a section near the back, where mismatched armchairs sat tucked in a corner. “This is the best spot,” he said with a grin. Lily wandered over to a nearby shelf, running her fingers along the spines of old books. Aaron watched her. Minutes passed, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. Lily finally pulled a worn poetry book from the shelf, her eyes scanning the faded gold lettering on the cover. When she looked up, Aaron was watching her from across the aisle, a faint smile pl

"Chocolate." He showed her, his now chcolate covered thumb."Thanks." She said before breaking the eye contact."It was a pleasure." when Lily looked up at him, he was already staring at her-like he was piercing his gaze into her's. There was something about it.Clara began clearing some of the mess, humming softly to herself.For a brief moment, everything felt...simple. Like the outside world and its looming threats couldn’t reach them here.But outside the window, hidden beneath the overcast sky, a car rolled slowly past the building. Its tinted windows concealed whoever sat inside, watching.And just as quietly as it had appeared, it disappeared down the street.But not unnoticed.Damian’s sharp eyes followed it until it was out of sight, his hand tightening subtly around the edge of the counter.The peace was temporary-a fragile bubble on the edge of bursting.But for now, inside the warmth of the kitchen, laughter still lingered in the air. Not for long though.The sun dipped lo

"I guess, I'm smarter than all of them then." Lily replied earning a shrug from Damian.Damian had picked up a book from the library. Their conversation carried on in between-about his experience in the Navy and several other curious questions from Lily.They weren’t talking loudly, their voices hushed, but there was an easiness to their interaction.Aaron stepped into the library, his sharp silver eyes immediately spotting them. His gaze lingered on Lily’s faint smile and the relaxed way she leaned slightly toward Damian as he spoke. Something cold and sharp twisted in his chest.His polished shoes clicked against the wooden floor as he strode over. Both Lily and Damian looked up at the same time.“Mr. Knight,” Damian greeted, his voice neutral.Aaron’s gaze flicked between them before locking onto Damian. “Don’t you have something better to do than sit here chatting, Damian?”The words cut through the quiet air, laced with authority and something sharper-something possessive.Damian

Downstairs, Damian stood by one of the large windows overlooking the front gates. His arms were crossed over his chest, his sharp gaze locked on a car parked just beyond the building's boundary. Its engine was off, headlights dark, but Damian knew someone was inside, watching. Clara approached quietly, her slippers muffled against the polished floor. "It’s been there for hours, hasn’t it?" Damian gave a curt nod. "They’re getting bolder." Clara crossed her arms, a shiver running down her spine. "Should we wake Aaron?" "No," Damian said firmly. "Let him stay with Ms. Lily. I’ll handle this." Clara hesitated before nodding and stepping back into the shadows of the hallway. Damian’s focus returned to the car. His expression was cold, calculated, and dangerous. Moments later, when Aaron was returning to his room, he caught a sight of Damian and Clara by the window, approaching them, he hauled his steps just when he was about to reach them, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pu