The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 15 Lily’s Red Lips–His Personal Curse

Let her drown!

Simon kept telling himself he didn’t care about this ungrateful woman. He just didn’t want a dead body showing up at his villa.

But after parking the car, he stormed toward the pool.

Lily had already crawled out of the water.

The temperature had dropped tonight, and the pool was freezing.

Earlier, she had felt like her entire body was ablaze.

The fire had spread like wildfire, threatening to reduce her to ashes.

But the icy water extinguished those flames little by little until they were nothing more than dying sparks -eventually snuffed out entirely.

Now that the burning had stopped, the cold set in.

She tried to pull her clothes tighter.

But too much had happened tonight. Her body had endured too much. She’d been drugged, thrown around, jumped out a window, and plunged into freezing water.

Dragging herself from the pool had drained every last ounce of her strength. Before she could even gather her clothes, she collapsed to the ground, completely still.

“Lily, are you trying to die?!”

Simon’s expression turned uglier as he saw that even after throwing herself into a freezing pool, she still refused to ask him for help.

His eyes brimmed with contempt.

Still, when she didn’t move at all, he grudgingly stepped forward and hauled her up with one arm.

“Call the private doctor.”

Seeing her soaked through, he frowned in disgust again, then turned to the waiting maids. “Get her changed. Now.”

After jumping from a window and into a freezing pool, even the strongest person would struggle.

Her right ankle had swollen into a red lump, and soon after, she developed a high fever.

When it spiked past 100°F, the doctor administered an IV drip immediately.

By the time Lily finished the treatment, it was almost 1 a.m.

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Lily’s Red Lips–His Personal

foul mood all night. Every minute had been aggravating. He felt irritable, restless,

to her sprained ankle every half hour on the first day. Begrudgingly, he reached for

had been treating her earlier, Simon had taken a call from his

been

man who hired them–wearing a

description didn’t match his

someone had

cash. No wire transfer. No call

balcony, he hadn’t

finally noticed: it

wasn’t short–at least 5’5“, maybe taller–but her foot looked like

44 feet, almost thought it was

He

her nails were neat, smooth, and slightly pink under the white.

were

slender, fair–like they’d been carved

only made the swelling around her ankle look

“Hideous.”

John still chose to hurt Elsa over and over again because of you… He must be

then reluctantly dipped a cotton swab

flinch, foot

snapped Simon

he realize–he was still holding

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pressed together. The contact set his nerves ablaze, heating his cheeks

don’t touch me! Stay away from me from

in anger–but it was panic more

her clinging

her foot like

Simon’s expression turned stormy.

been stung, he quickly let go and stormed into the bathroom to wash the ointment

he stood at the

he wanted to be near

on his bed. He

away, staring coldly at the

his eyes drifted back

fever had gone down a bit after the IV, but her face was

brushed across pale

look as ugly as