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

to make

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Her Red

“I…”

face showed a rare flicker of

expected it

He’d been wrong.

truth now, get the hell

back her phone, coldly and decisively. “Out. Just seeing you and Elsa disgusts me. Do

Simon didn’t respond.

gaze lingered on

was

stained her lashes and brows, but she

looked like fine

his chest twist

blood on

had brushed against his cheek, soft as

memory, horrified by

step

he had misunderstood

didn’t change the fact

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

didn’t hurt her, so I

gaze away from her face, voice as cold as a blade. “But if

turned and strode out

the door shut with a loud bang, scattering bloodstained scraps of the wedding dress across

“Freak.”

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hadn’t expected Simon to still take Elsa’s

even bothering to dwell on the mess that had just happened, she

didn’t care anymore about his blind devotion to

video because she couldn’t stand seeing justice flipped

after Elsa’s wound was bandaged, she was wheeled into

thinking

him to drive Lily

messages.

sent him a

it instinctively–and saw Elsa tearing apart Lily’s