Todos os capítulos de The Doctor's Temptation: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

The first true frost of the year coated the rugged lawns of Oakhaven in a brilliant, glittering layer of white crystals, turning the estate grounds into a shimmering winter wonderland under the pale morning sun.Inside the grand kitchen, the air was filled with the rich, comforting aroma of toasted hazelnuts and brewing coffee. Twenty-month-old Clara sat in her low wooden chair near the tall bay window, wearing a thick red knit sweater and staring in absolute fascination at the frosted glass panels where intricate ice ferns had formed overnight.Vincent stepped into the kitchen, his dark wool sweater fitting broad and easy across his shoulders. He carried a small stack of leather-bound ledgers from the morning post, tossing them casually onto the far end of the marble island before walking straight toward Mia.Mia stood by the stove, holding a small copper pot of hot milk. She turned around just as Vincent wrapped his massive arms securely around her waist, pulling her flush against h

The midday sun beat down hard against the frozen shoreline, turning the sheet of white frost along the Oakhaven cliffs into a brilliant, blinding mirror of diamond light.Inside the sunlit conservatory, the temperature was a warm, sheltered oasis. Twenty-month-old cloth-clad Clara sat on a padded wicker mat, completely absorbed in trying to balance a polished pinecone on top of a smooth sea glass turtle, her small brow furrowed in intense concentration.Vincent stood by the far glass wall, his dark woolen sweater fitting broad and easy across his shoulders. He held a small brass pruning clipper in one hand, though his dark eyes were entirely focused on the center of the room.The heavy glass door clicked open, and Mia walked in, carrying a small ceramic tray holding a steaming pot of cinnamon tea and two porcelain cups. She wore a soft cream-colored knit cardigan over a dark dress, her dark hair catching the golden winter rays streaming through the glass panes.She paused by the low s

The amber afternoon sun poured through the high arched windows of the Oakhaven grand gallery, illuminating the rows of restored oil paintings and polished mahogany wainscoting. The space, once a formal hallway echoing with the cold austerity of the Vance dynasty, now lived as a vibrant testament to their life together.Twenty-month-old Clara toddled briskly across the thick Persian runner, chasing a red wooden toy train that clicked softly against the floorboards, her bright laughter bouncing off the vaulted ceiling.Vincent stood near the center of the gallery, his dark wool sweater fitting broad and easy across his shoulders. He was examining a newly framed archival photograph of the estate grounds, though his attention shifted effortlessly the moment the side door clicked open.Mia walked in, carrying a small silver tray holding a steaming pot of Earl Grey tea and two porcelain cups. She wore a soft cream knit cardigan over a dark silk dress, her dark hair pinned back loosely with

The morning tide rolled gently against the pebble-strewn beach below Oakhaven, leaving long, shimmering trails of foam that caught the brilliant gold of the early September sun.Inside the bright, spacious kitchen, the air was rich with the scent of toasted brioche and freshly brewed coffee. Twenty-month-old Clara sat high in her wooden chair, entirely absorbed in spooning a small mountain of mashed banana across her tray with fierce, unyielding concentration.Vincent stood by the marble island, his dark wool sweater fitting broad and easy across his shoulders. He reached out, his long fingers casually nudging a stray piece of fruit back onto the tray before it could take a gravity-defying plunge toward the floor.The heavy pantry door clicked open, and Mia walked in, carrying a small ceramic vase filled with freshly clipped sprigs of rosemary from the courtyard. She wore a soft cream knit sweater over a dark linen skirt, her dark hair catching the crisp morning light streaming throug

The evening shadows lengthened across the stone terrace of Oakhaven, stretching out over the quiet lawns as the last golden rays of sunset faded into a deep, twilight indigo. The air outside carried the crisp, clean chill of late autumn, whispering softly through the ancient oaks that bordered the estate.Inside the master study, the room was bathed in the warm, dancing glow of a crackling fire in the stone hearth. Twenty-month-old Clara had finally drifted off to sleep upstairs, her steady, peaceful breathing now replaced by the gentle rustle of the night wind against the heavy glass panes.Vincent sat in his high-backed leather armchair, his dark wool sweater fitting broad and easy across his shoulders. He held a small silver fountain pen between his fingers, though his dark eyes were entirely focused on the woman standing by the tall bay window.Mia stood looking out at the darkened expanse of the Atlantic, wearing a soft cream knit sweater over a dark silk skirt, her dark hair fal