All Chapters of Chains of Desire, Bonds of Love: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lily Parker returns to school, seemingly realigning her life's trajectory towards a simple, dutiful existence. However, her heart remains incomplete, perhaps only to be healed by time. As winter deepens, she finishes her semester exams and preliminarily decides on her thesis and performance pieces with Professor Caldwell. Despite her father, Henry Parker, still refusing to see her, she visits him daily in the hospital. Fortunately, there's hopeful news: the hospital has consulted a renowned specialist in cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, offering a chance for recovery. Returning to her dormitory, Lily is greeted by the warmth of the heater, a relief from the biting cold. She finds her roommate, Aria Mitchell, packing her belongings. Surprised, Lily asks why Aria is moving out before New Year's as planned. Aria, with a crescent-moon smile, explains she's found a place near her company and her boyfriend suggested moving in earlier. Aria and her boyfriend have decided to sett

In the chilly hospital corridor, Lily Parker felt an overwhelming heat, not from the surroundings, but from Julian Sterling's intense gaze. She averted her eyes, breaking the silence with a slow, deliberate voice, "But I've already rejected you."It was a dance of pursuit and rejection, a prelude to a love chase.Julian stood backlit, his tall and imposing figure casting a shadow over her, bringing an oppressive sense of dominance. Lily rubbed her frozen fingers, her head aching as she pondered how to escape his vine-like entanglement.But who was Julian Sterling? A man who had grown up in the corridors of power, adept at steering situations to his advantage. He pushed the choice back to her, "Even if you reject me, you wouldn't reject a chance to cure your father, would you?" Like a hunter in love, he laid out his most tempting bait, closing in step by step.Lily's heart sank. She struggled to find a response, then looked up to see Julian, calm and composed. Taking a deep breath, she

Lily put away her sympathy, fetched a spare blanket, and tucked Eleanor in. She then slowly began to tidy up the scattered mess around the studio. Once she had a moment to sit down, she glanced over to see Eleanor still deeply asleep. With nothing else pressing, Lily began to look around the small but fully equipped studio. The warm yellow walls were adorned with Eleanor's paintings, mostly of cozy subjects, and one side of the display cabinet held her published series of hand-drawn picture books. Lily had seen most of them; they were heartwarming, wordless illustrations, telling love stories through heartfelt lines, perhaps even Eleanor's own story. Although Lily wasn't privy to the intricacies of Eleanor's relationship with Oliver Sinclair, through these paintings, she could feel Eleanor's heart – throbbing, helpless, anxious, yet strong in love. Just as Lily was about to put a picture book back on the shelf, a photo fell out from between the pages – a family portrait. Eleanor was

The air was tinged with the distinct scent of tobacco. The lampshade's intricate design cast a dim, amber light, accentuating his handsome features. His dark, lustrous eyes held a mesmerizing glint, causing her to instinctively recoil until there was nowhere left to retreat. The contrast between the black satin sheets and her fair, flushed skin created a striking visual impact. Seeing her tremble adorably, he smiled, his lips curling up as he whispered, "Don't be afraid of me, my dear." He gently pried her arms crossed over her chest, intertwining his fingers with hers. The sight before him made his eyes shimmer with desire. He leaned down, kissing her lips tenderly, murmuring, "Lily... Lily..." His strong, athletic body pressed down on her, leaving her unable to escape, blossoming under his touch. His kisses trailed lower, inch by inch, consuming her soul. She tensed, trembling uncontrollably, unable to resist his overwhelming strength. She closed her eyes in resignation, hiding he

On his way back to the family home, Julian drove with the car window half-open, letting the sharp, cold wind hit his face, helping him to think more clearly. He knew what his mother wanted to discuss and was already formulating his responses. Slowing down, he stopped at a chain flower shop and emerged with a bouquet of lilies, his mother's favorite. Placing them on the passenger seat, he continued his journey. After dinner, with his niece Olivia causing a ruckus, Catherine had to retire early to put her to bed. This left Julian alone with his mother in the living room, chatting intermittently. The bouquet of delicate and fragrant lilies sat in a white jade vase, a rare gesture of affection from Julian that his mother greatly appreciated. But despite her happiness, there were serious matters to discuss. Mrs. Sterling served Julian a bowl of lotus seed and lily sweet soup. He quietly sipped it, attentively listening for what was to come. Mrs. Sterling glanced at Julian and said, "I r