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

foul mood all night. Every minute had been aggravating. He

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

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

had been delivered to the

who hired them–wearing a black

match his

had impersonated

had been in cash. No wire transfer. No call records. Nothing

call on the balcony, he

gripping her foot, he finally noticed: it was unbelievably

wasn’t short–at least 5’5“, maybe taller–but her foot looked like a size 36 at

to his own size 44 feet, almost thought it was

in his palm were real. He couldn’t deny it–some people really

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

were

been carved from

swelling around her ankle look more jarring. He frowned instinctively at the

“Hideous.”

hurt Elsa over and over

a scowl, then reluctantly dipped a cotton swab

sting made her flinch, foot

sudden motion snapped Simon out of his

did he realize–he was still holding her small,

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

Stay away from me

in anger–but it was

it wasn’t her clinging

her foot

Simon’s expression turned stormy.

he quickly let go and stormed

he returned, he stood at the bedside

wanted

bed. He had nowhere else to

his gaze away, staring coldly at

eventually, his eyes drifted back

fever had gone down a bit after the

brushed across pale porcelain—or

look