All Chapters of Mr. Frost’s Reluctant Prisoner Bride: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Flying through the night, Julian returned to M. He couldn't focus on the wedding preparations without seeing Vanessa with his own eyes; peace of mind was impossible.His flight landed in the morning.Julian hadn't closed his eyes for a second. He rushed straight back to Rosewood.A chilling gust of wind swept through the doorway, seeping under his collar and sending a cold shiver through his heart. Julian swiped his card, the door clicking open to reveal an abyss of impenetrable darkness.Daylight had broken, yet the curtains remained drawn, offering not a hint of warmth. The heating, he realized, must have been off for quite some time.With every step deeper into the gloom, Julian's unease escalated. He clutched at his chest, a turmoil he'd never experienced before churning within him. As if sensing something terrible, he took a heavy, bracing breath before pushing open the bedroom door.Inside, it was still an endless expanse of black.It was like plummeting into a bottomless abyss,

She wanted to snatch it back, but then a thought struck her—life was paramount.Having fallen to the ground, Vanessa limped back, her legs and arms scraped. The Chinese girl she shared a room with brought her some medicine, kindly advising, "This area isn't very safe to begin with. It's best to stay in at night.""...The conversation ran a bit late, and I lost track of time."Vanessa applied the medicine, thanking her. "It won't happen again. Just a bit unlucky."Half a month here, and she was already using "unlucky" to describe herself. If one were to talk about true misfortune, merely being robbed was nothing. Being sold, then getting involved with Julian—that was genuine misfortune.Thankfully, none of that would happen again.She signed up for several courses, her schedule packed to the brim. Pullman was under the grip of extreme cold, and many students were lethargic, yet Vanessa missed not a single class, attending every session.She diligently worked to catch up on the knowledg

Keith found Pullman the next day.Vanessa, however, hadn't returned all night, and when Keith truthfully reported the situation to Julian, he was met with a scolding.Old Master had been angered to the point of fainting, and Julian could no longer shirk his responsibilities for the wedding. He couldn't free himself, much less personally go looking for Vanessa. "Search thoroughly," he commanded. "A living person can't just vanish into thin air.""But...""No 'buts'. If you can't find her, don't bother coming back."Failing to keep an eye on Vanessa was Keith's responsibility. He was tasked with finding her, and there were no excuses to be made.Hanging up the phone, Julian returned to Old Master's bedside. A nurse was feeding him medicine when Old Master shot Julian a sidelong glance. "I don't want you to stay here," he grumbled. "I want you to go accompany Stacey. Stop hovering in front of me.""Everything that needed to be done today is finished," Julian replied. "The remaining time

It was no longer good to keep it hidden. Cliff reluctantly confessed the truth, a strained expression on his face. "...Julian wants me to go see Stacey. She's waiting over there to pick out an emcee.""How long has it been? He's back to his old tricks again! You're not going. Hand me the phone, I'll talk to him."But the call didn't go through.grandpa's nerves were practically twitching with anger. Cliff stepped forward, helping him calm down. Once his breathing steadied, he too calmed down. "You, go to Stacey's place. Help her vet things. She's just a girl, she won't be able to make up her mind."Unable to control Julian, he could only resort to using Cliff. In this household, he was inherently someone without much standing or dignity.Leaving the hospital.He called Maria. She was at the beauty salon, her voice muffled and indistinct. "Cliff, what's up?""Mom, is Vanessa alright?" Before doing this, Cliff had gambled everything. It wouldn't be enough to just make Julian suffer a hu

An overnight dash home for his passport. The hum of the sedan's engine echoed downstairs; the car came to a stop. Julian slipped inside in the dark, grabbed his passport, and turned to leave.He climbed the stairs and opened the door, only to find the room blazing with light, harsh and startling. He turned his face away, but couldn't evade the Old Master's pointed question, "Coming back so late, have you just remembered there's an old bag of bones here who needs your care?""Great-Grandfather, what are you saying? You're not old at all."He shielded his eyes from the light. Julian hurried inside, fumbling through the drawers in a rush.Watching his back, the Old Master couldn't help but sigh. "Vanessa used to love you so much, practically begging to be a part of the Frost family. She knew you were busy with work, didn't have time to eat, so she learned to cook just for you, so genuinely. But what about you?"Those memories were thorns. Julian couldn't recall them without wanting to sl