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 me

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Her Red Lips

“I…”

showed a rare flicker

expected it at

He’d been wrong.

now, get the hell out

seeing you

Simon didn’t respond.

on

forehead was

lashes and brows, but

looked like fine

sight made his

blood on her

now… those lips had brushed against his cheek,

at the memory, horrified

full step back, putting distance between

misunderstood her

didn’t change the fact

it had to be because Lily had pushed her

her, so I won’t punish

his gaze away from her face, voice as cold as a blade. “But if you ever dare to hurt her again, I will make you pay. Consider yourself

he turned and strode

her, he slammed the door shut with a loud bang, scattering bloodstained scraps of the

“Freak.”

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to still take Elsa’s side

him more and more. Not even bothering to dwell on the mess that had just happened, she cleaned

didn’t care anymore about his blind devotion to

she couldn’t stand

Elsa’s wound was bandaged, she was wheeled into

John… couldn’t stop thinking about Lily’s

to call Wayne and tell him to drive Lily to the hospital, when her name popped

messages.

him a

tearing apart