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 me apologize to

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11 Her Red

“I…”

face showed a

expected

He’d been wrong.

you know the truth now, get the hell out of my

“Out. Just seeing you

Simon didn’t respond.

gaze lingered on her

forehead was

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

she looked like fine porcelain,

his chest

on her lips

just now… those lips had brushed against his cheek, soft as cotton

the memory, horrified by where his

full step back, putting distance between

misunderstood her

the fact

like this, it had to be because Lily had pushed

so

face, voice as cold as a blade. “But if you ever dare to hurt her again, I will make you pay.

turned and

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

“Freak.”

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Simon to still take Elsa’s side even after

hated him more and more. Not even bothering to dwell on the mess that had just happened, she cleaned up the torn dress and sent

didn’t care anymore about his blind

she couldn’t stand seeing justice flipped

the hospital, after Elsa’s wound was

thinking about Lily’s

about to call Wayne and tell him to drive Lily

messages.

sent him

apart