Todos los capítulos de Mr. Frost’s Reluctant Prisoner Bride: Capítulo 211 - Capítulo 220

The evening light, a hazy, golden filter, enveloped the hotel terrace. It bathed Cameron, merging with his sickly complexion, yet paradoxically making his gaze appear even more resolute.Adrian, however, was at a loss. "Vanessa was with Julian, and they had a child. She can't have kids now. There are plenty of better women in the world; why are you clinging to her?""These things don't prove Vanessa isn't a good woman. To me, she's exceptionally good, nobody's better than her." Cameron was a good actor; he could portray the image of a deeply in love fiancé with vivid authenticity.He'd been acting for a year, completely immersed in the role.He was almost at the point where he couldn't distinguish between his own genuine feelings and his performance.Adrian suddenly took a step forward. Soft tactics weren't working, so he had to resort to force. "Then let me tell you plainly, I will not let my sister marry a man who's been married and has a child. And you're so much older than her – h

With dawn marking her departure from M City, Vanessa returned to the hospital before nightfall, specifically to see Evelyn.Her condition had deteriorated severely. What began as an old ailment, prompting her admission for treatment at Adrian's urging, unexpectedly revealed a far more serious problem during her stay.Carrying her favorite lilies, Vanessa found her way to the hospital room door.Barring any unforeseen circumstances, this would be the last time she saw Evelyn. Once she returned to Dublin, she would never come back to the country.Arriving at the door, she noticed it wasn't fully closed. A sliver of light peeked through, suggesting someone else was inside. Vanessa paused, intending to wait, then heard Evelyn's cough. Evelyn sat up, leaning on the bed's edge, tears in her eyes, looking towards her husband.“I just want my Vanessa. Give Vanessa back to me.” Her hand was weak, but she tried to tug at Cameron’s clothes. He caught her hand, holding it gently.A layer of sorro

On the second floor of the Voss family home, Adrian and Cameron were both present, the atmosphere heavy. Evelyn was still crying, whether to console Vanessa or to beg for her forgiveness, it was hard to tell.But Vanessa heard nothing. Her fingers trembled. A vase lay shattered, her hand accidentally cut. Blood dripped from her cuff, staining the floor. Evelyn clutched her chest, sobbing as she pleaded with her.“Vanessa, whatever it is, we can talk later. Please, go get your wound bandaged first. Your mother is begging you.”Overcome by the chaos of emotions, Vanessa opened her mouth but no sound came out, her throat sealed. Her helpless, grief-stricken appearance was that of someone who had shattered countless times.She raised her hand, blood still flowing, staining half her sleeve crimson.Vanessa didn't want to be with these terrible people. She shoved Evelyn aside and bolted downstairs like a madwoman. Adrian rushed to stop her, grabbing her from behind. They struggled on the st

Felix was summoned to tend to Vanessa's wounds. The blood flowed profusely, proving stubbornly difficult to staunch.Felix, accompanied by his assistant, toiled for a good half-day, finally extracting the glass shards from Vanessa's hand and stitching the wound. He took a long swallow of water, then gestured to her ear. "Miss Brooks's ear is far more severely damaged. This isn't my strong suit; we'll need to call in another specialist."He had only managed to temporarily staunch the flow, but that single slap had inflicted a deeper wound: her hearing."What in the world happened? How did she get such grievous injuries? Wasn't she supposed to be getting married? And why is she even with you?" Felix's questions tumbled out, but Julian had no inclination to offer explanations."Just get the doctor here first. We'll discuss all this later."It wasn't just Vanessa who needed time; Julian, too, had a mountain of information to digest: Vanessa's past, Ivy's connection to Vanessa's father – t

The scent of blood in the room dissipated, replaced by the smell of medicine and the natural fragrance of a woman’s body.Vanessa was still unconscious.The blow this time was simply too devastating for her; the physical pain coupled with emotional trauma made her unwilling to wake up and face reality.Before Julian entered, he had anticipated the sight of Cameron. But when he saw with his own eyes Cameron holding Vanessa’s hand, intimately brushing away the stray strands of hair from her temples, Julian still couldn't suppress his emotions.“Mr. Voss, a gentleman wouldn’t lay hands on someone while they’re unconscious.”At the sound of his voice, Cameron turned his head, but his hand remained clasped. “Mr. Frost.”“Please release her hand.”He knew little about Cameron. Cameron was enigmatic, appearing to be a true gentleman, unswayed by temptation. Yet, what kind of person he truly was, Julian couldn’t guess. He had already been remarkably polite to him.If the man before him had be