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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15 Lily’s Red

had been aggravating. He felt irritable, restless, and

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

earlier, Simon

had been delivered to

man who hired them–wearing a black

didn’t match his face

had impersonated

the payment had been in cash. No wire transfer. No

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

he finally noticed: it was

5’5“, maybe taller–but her foot

to his own size 44 feet, almost thought

He couldn’t deny it–some people really

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

legs were

slender, fair–like they’d been

ankle look more jarring. He frowned instinctively

“Hideous.”

chose to hurt Elsa over and over again because

a cotton swab into the ointment and

flinch, foot

sudden motion snapped Simon out of

did he realize–he was still holding her small, porcelain–white

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set his nerves ablaze, heating

don’t touch me! Stay away from me from now

exploded in anger–but it was panic more

it wasn’t her

her foot like a

Simon’s expression turned stormy.

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

he stood at the bedside

wanted

his bed. He had nowhere

his gaze away,

eventually, his eyes drifted

gone down a bit after

like rouge had been brushed across pale porcelain—or like red maple leaves settling

didn’t look as