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

Every minute had been aggravating. He felt irritable, restless, and completely

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

earlier, Simon had taken a

had been delivered

who hired

match his face

someone had impersonated

cash. No wire transfer. No call records. Nothing

he’d taken the call on the balcony, he

gripping her foot, he finally noticed: it

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

size 44 feet,

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

neat, smooth, and slightly pink under the white. Somehow

were

been

made the swelling around her ankle look

“Hideous.”

over and over again because

cotton swab into the ointment and began applying it

flinch, foot

snapped Simon out of his

he realize–he was

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The contact set his nerves ablaze, heating his cheeks with

me! Stay away from me

it was panic

her clinging to

her foot

Simon’s expression turned stormy.

stung, he quickly let go and stormed into the bathroom

stood at the

he wanted

bed. He had

first, he kept his gaze away, staring

his eyes drifted back

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

brushed across pale porcelain—or like

look as