The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 11 Her Red Lips Stirred His Desire

“Simon, open those damn squinty eyes of yours and see for yourself–was I bullying your precious Lizzy, or was she setting me up?”

Lily’s mocking tone snapped Simon out of his daze.

When he realized she’d just insulted him, he exploded in a fit of rage.

Just as he was about to blow up, he noticed her hand coming awfully close to his face.

He frowned, ready to bark at her to back off–he wasn’t the type of man who got seduced by any random

woman.

But then he saw what was in her hand: a phone.

And on that cracked screen was a video of Elsa’s face.

Despite the damaged display, he could clearly see Elsa, crazed, shredding a pure white wedding dress to pieces. When the last scrap was nothing but tatters, she looked up, her gaze sharp and vicious, and glared at Lily.

The next second, she jammed the scissors straight into her own hand.

Simon’s eyes flew wide.

The shock hit so hard, he couldn’t even react at first.

To him, Lizzy had always been a warm, sunny girl.

Back when they were trapped beneath the rubble, those two days had felt endless. There was no light. No hope. He was starving, hurting, thinking the wreckage would be his grave.

But every time he lost hope, she would comfort him, encourage him, swearing that someone would come save them.

She was afraid he’d pass out and never wake up, so even after two days without water, with her voice hoarse beyond recognition, she kept talking. Kept him awake.

She liked music. She even sang Rolling in the Deep with that broken voice of hers.

In his heart, Lizzy was the purest, kindest girl in the world.

He couldn’t believe that that girl–the one who once pulled him out of the darkest hole in his life–could glare so viciously, could frame someone so cruelly.

And just as he was still reeling from the disbelief, Lily’s voice rang out again.

“As you can see, she stabbed her own hand. I never laid a finger on her. My conscience is clear. So, Simon

you still going to make

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Her Red Lips Stirred

“I…”

aristocratic face showed a rare flicker

hadn’t expected it

He’d been wrong.

the truth now, get the

you and Elsa disgusts me. Do me a favor–stay

Simon didn’t respond.

lingered on her face,

forehead was bleeding

blood stained her lashes and brows, but she didn’t look

looked like fine

sight made his chest twist

was blood on

those lips had brushed against his

horrified by

took a full step

he had misunderstood her

that didn’t change the fact that

If she’d done something like this, it had to be

her, so I won’t punish

blade. “But if you ever dare to hurt her again, I will make you pay.

and strode out of the

he still despised her, he slammed the door shut with a loud bang, scattering bloodstained scraps of the wedding dress across the

“Freak.”

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hadn’t expected Simon to still take Elsa’s side

the mess that had just

anymore about his blind devotion to

because she

was bandaged, she was

John… couldn’t stop thinking about Lily’s bleeding

call Wayne and tell him to drive Lily to

messages.

sent him

instinctively–and saw Elsa tearing apart Lily’s