All Chapters of Marrying My Ex-Fiancé's Cousin: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Alan spread his arms with feigned enthusiasm and tried to pull Isolde into an embrace. "That's just amazing. Isolde, for your mother, you really would do anything. You'd sacrifice anyone… It seems Bruce doesn't mean much in your heart after all."The instant he stepped closer, Isolde recoiled as if from contagion. Disgust and icy detachment showed plainly on her face."I've already put the drug in." She enunciated each word, her voice cold and unyielding. "Give me my mother's suppressant."Alan's arms hung suspended in midair. The smile on his face stiffened, then warped.A second later, he laughed again, unhurried, making no move to produce the antidote."Don't rush, Isolde. Your mother can last another three days, can't she? Three days from now happens to be Bruce's second dose. Do it properly, and I'll give you the suppressant. For now…" He wandered to the liquor cabinet, poured two glasses of red wine, and held one out to her. "Let's enjoy this rare time alone together."Isol

"That depends on what you're capable of." Alan leaned in, his eyes feverish and unhinged. "Isolde, doesn't Bruce love you? If he does, shouldn't he give up everything for you? And if you can't make him…"He let the words hang, the threat sharp and deliberate: "Then your mother may not live to see her next dose of suppressant."Isolde nearly ground her teeth. The hatred in her eyes was almost visible. "Alan, you don't have even a shred of humanity left. What's the difference between you and a beast You disgust me to my core."She snatched the medicine bottle from the table and walked out without looking back. She refused to remain in that room a second longer.The moment she stepped outside, cold air rushed into her lungs. Only then did she feel as though she could breathe again.She reached up and removed a detachable button. A pinhole camera was concealed inside.The necklace had been a decoy. This was her real trump card. The footage from that room would serve as hard evidence

Bruce's movements stilled. He stared at his uncontrollable right hand, and for a fleeting moment, his eyes turned hollow and cold.Isolde watched from the side, her heart nearly stopping. Guilt and heartache coiled around her like tightening vines, squeezing the air from her lungs.Bruce was a proud, dignified man. Yet in front of his subordinate, the hand he used to sign his name had faltered. And it was still trembling.Her heart churned with guilt, but her reason remained sharp and unyielding. She drew a slow breath and spoke evenly. "Can't you use the official stamp instead? The company stamp. You brought it with you, didn't you?"Bruce lifted his gaze to hers. His eyes were complex and unreadable, layered with scrutiny and faint, knowing mockery. At last, the look softened into an almost imperceptible compromise edged with pain.He leaned back against the chair, his strength seeming to drain away. "It's in the inner compartment of the briefcase."Isolde walked over and opene

A fine sheen of cold sweat filmed Bruce's forehead. His face had gone paper-white; even his lips had lost all color.He braced both palms against the icy rim of the bathtub, barely able to keep himself upright.Jemima had studied poisons for years and was long accustomed to grotesque, bloody scenes. Yet as she watched Bruce's back—fragile yet stubbornly straight—her heart clenched as if seized by an invisible hand, sending sharp, uncontrollable waves of pain through her.Almost without thinking, she reached toward the line of his spine. The instant her fingers lifted, she checked herself and forced the surge of emotion back down."Prince, the blood has dried. It's sticky and hard to wipe away. You need a shower…" Her voice remained professionally steady.After a brief pause, she added with deliberate frankness, "You're not in any condition to manage alone. Let me help you."Bruce raised his eyes. They were sharp and cold as drawn steel. "You want to wash me?"Jemima's heart jolt

Isolde was rendered speechless. She drew a steadying breath. What had to happen had finally come. Her slender hand moved to the buckle at his waist.A crisp click echoed, and the belt slackened. The tension holding his trousers vanished, and they slid to the floor.The shape outlined beneath his underwear stood revealed, impossible to ignore.Isolde's gaze locked in place. She swallowed, and two words burst into her mind first. 'So big… and it seems to be growing…'Steam surged against her face, scorching her cheeks and leaving her whole body flushed and feverish.Bruce's breathing deepened, roughening by the second. Beneath her fixed stare, every muscle in his body drew taut, as though sparks flared wherever her eyes touched."Satisfied?" His voice came out hoarse."If that could come off too, it would be even better…" Isolde answered on instinct.The moment the words left her mouth, she froze. Shame flooded her, so sharp she wished she could burrow into the ground and disappe