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

had been aggravating. He felt irritable, restless,

by the bed, he remembered the doctor’s instructions–apply the ointment to her sprained ankle every half hour on the first day. Begrudgingly,

been treating her earlier, Simon had taken

had been delivered

who hired

didn’t match his face

someone had

cash. No

on the balcony, he hadn’t seen what Lily’s feet looked like

finally noticed: it was unbelievably small

taller–but her foot looked like a

used to his own size 44 feet, almost thought

were real. He couldn’t deny it–some people really did have feet

were neat,

were

they’d been carved from

her ankle look more jarring.

“Hideous.”

to hurt Elsa over and over again because

muttered with a scowl, then reluctantly dipped a cotton swab into the ointment and began applying it to

her flinch,

Simon out of his

he realize–he was still holding her

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was practically pressed together. The contact set his nerves ablaze, heating his

me! Stay away from

voice exploded in anger–but it

her clinging to

her foot like

Simon’s expression turned stormy.

stormed into the

stood at

wanted to

his bed. He had

away,

his eyes

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

like rouge had been brushed across pale porcelain—or

look as