He Watched Me Shine Without Him novel Chapter 93

Rose smiled. "As long as you like it."

After breakfast, Houston drove Rose out to the suburbs. Crestview had several suburban areas, each with its own charm, but Oakmere was the one developing the fastest. With its beautiful scenery, it had become a favorite spot for weekend getaways.

A wide river cut through the city, and as Rose gazed at the sweeping water, her mind clouded unexpectedly. A strange sensation stirred inside her—like something was trying to surface—but it vanished, leaving her in a sudden, unsettling blankness.

She leaned back in her seat, exhausted.

Houston noticed her pale face, his dark eyes instantly filling with concern. The car came to a sudden stop. In the next moment, Houston pulled Rose into his arms. "Rose, are you feeling okay?"

She looked up at him, her voice soft and fragile. "Houston… I have a headache."

A shadow crossed Houston’s eyes—guilt, regret. "Rose…" He seemed at a loss for words.

Seeing how deeply worried he was, Rose managed a faint smile. "Houston, I’m okay. Don’t worry. I think I’ve just been stressed out lately with everything going on at the hospital. My body’s probably sending me warning signs. I’ll be fine—I just need to rest."

Houston gently patted her head, then with a serious expression, hit the gas and sped off.

They finally pulled up in front of a large country house. The solid wooden doors stood tall and imposing. Above them hung a carved wooden sign with the family name in elegant script. The craftsmanship and clean, classic style caught Rose’s eye.

"That’s beautiful work," she said.

Houston pointed to himself with a grin. "I designed it."

Rose looked at him in surprise. "Wow, I’m impressed! You’ll have to show me how sometime."

Houston’s smile deepened.

Just then, Owen’s mother—Sophia Quinn, an elegant woman in her forties—heard the car pull up and stepped gracefully outside in a flowing dress.

Her eyes swept over Houston and Rose but landed squarely on the car behind them. In an instant, her polished expression cracked. She pointed at the car and asked in disbelief, "Houston! Why are you driving this junk?"

Rose swallowed. A hundred-thousand-dollar car—hardly anyone would call that junk.

Sophia kept going, leaving Rose speechless. "Houston, tell me the truth—are you broke?"

Rose froze. If this is what he drives when he’s broke… what was he driving before?

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