All Chapters of Mr. Frost’s Reluctant Prisoner Bride: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

He slammed the car door shut, peeling off his damp suit as soon as he was back inside. Jerry scrambled to hand him a towel. He lit a cigarette, his fingertips trembling as he took two drags. All the dignity and pride he'd ever possessed in this life felt utterly shattered, lost to Vanessa.But even stooping to such depths, it had been futile.He tossed the cigarette half-smoked, watching it fizzle out in a puddle of muddy water. Jerry turned to him, a worried frown on his face. "Mr. Frost, please wipe yourself down. You'll catch a cold or a fever.""So what if I get sick? No one would care."Before, whenever he fell ill, Vanessa was always the first to appear. She'd bring soup, lovingly prepared by the nanny, practically begging to feed it to him herself. Julian, weak and vulnerable, could never refuse. He'd occasionally ask, "Don't you get tired of bringing it every single day?""Never."Vanessa relished the chance, blowing on each spoonful before offering it, only satisfied when she

What Vanessa had been up to during those two years with her biological father, Julian had investigated down to the last detail.One item, in particular, stood out.She had been arrested and detained for her involvement in a group "honey trap" scheme. She was beautiful, and after maturing, she possessed a vulnerable face that easily stirred men's protective instincts.Using that face, she had conned many men.Seeing her past resurface, Julian clutched at his heart, a searing pain overwhelming him. He regretted the words he'd spoken, and when he tried to call back to apologize, Vanessa had already dragged his number into her blacklist.She didn't show up until he was discharged from the hospital, fully recovered.In those days, not a single one passed without him yearning for Vanessa's appearance, but every expectation ultimately ended in disappointment.Cliff drove to pick him up, as competent as a chauffeur, opening the doors for Julian and Stacey. He chatted casually, as if by accide

The car door slammed shut with a deafening bang, as if laced with the silent fury of the betrayed.Vanessa leaned against the door, her body angled away, deliberately maintaining social distance from the married man beside her. But Julian had other ideas. Even with his contractual wife sitting diagonally in front, he was tall and long-limbed, and the backseat of this model was spacious enough for three.Yet, it wasn't enough for Julian. His long legs were uncomfortably tucked, his body subtly angled, consciously or unconsciously, toward Vanessa.Undercurrents swirled in the car, each person lost in their own thoughts.Stacey tried to catch a different emotion from Julian in the rearview mirror, but there was none. His face was like a block of ice, cold and congealed. Even with Vanessa's arrival, there was no sign of it melting.She let out a solid sigh of relief. Her generosity and gentleness were partly feigned. It was true that her relationship with Julian was a contract, and it was

This question was far more useful than any other words.With the most pressing issue laid bare, Julian had a sudden realization. He hadn't shown up for days, yet Vanessa's peace lasted mere moments before news arrived: Adrian had a fight with Julian.Cameron wasn't home.Only Evelyn was there.Whenever a major event struck, she lost her composure, utterly flustered and at a loss.Vanessa accompanied her, finding the two men at the police station.Julian had called a lawyer to handle things. Adrian was more seriously injured; his nasal bone was almost broken, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood. He didn't want things to get this ugly. "I said we should settle it privately. Why bring lawyers into this?"He had rushed over when Julian was discussing business, throwing a punch without a word.Julian rubbed the corner of his mouth, his peripheral vision catching Vanessa's entrance. He unconsciously straightened his collar, his clothes stained with blood, utterly filthy.She walked i

The wounds on his face and palm needed daily medication. The nanny was busy, so Stacey took the medicine box and half-sat beside Julian, gently holding his palm, dipping a cotton swab into the medicine, and dabbing it on little by little.Julian seemed oblivious to the pain.Whether Stacey pressed lightly or heavily, he showed no reaction, not even a flicker of a frown.The room was heavy with the scent of medicine. A warm yellow floor lamp stood nearby, its light pouring over Julian, illuminating his face, highlighting the deep, chiseled lines of his bones. His long lashes cast shadows, and though his eyes seemed to hold warm lakes, they were, in truth, cold glaciers."Doesn't it hurt?"Stacey asked, gently blowing on his palm. He shook his head, not sparing her a glance. Stacey, however, had watched him countless times, and she began to understand why Vanessa had relentlessly pursued Julian when they were younger.But this man was now her husband, in name. The thought sparked an ine