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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Red Lips–His

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

earlier, Simon had

been

man who hired them–wearing a black mask–was

description didn’t match

had impersonated

cash. No wire transfer. No call

call on the balcony, he hadn’t seen what

finally noticed: it was unbelievably small

short–at least 5’5“, maybe taller–but her foot looked like a size 36 at

to his own size 44 feet, almost

He couldn’t

her nails were neat, smooth, and slightly pink under

were beautiful

slender, fair–like they’d been carved from the finest

her ankle look more jarring.

“Hideous.”

Elsa over and over again because

muttered with a scowl, then reluctantly dipped a cotton swab into the

sting made her flinch, foot jerking in

motion snapped Simon out

then did he realize–he was still holding her small,

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set his nerves ablaze, heating his cheeks with a

Stay away from me from now

exploded in anger–but it

wasn’t her clinging to

gripping her foot

Simon’s expression turned stormy.

he quickly let go and stormed into the bathroom to wash the ointment off his

returned, he stood

wanted to

was on his bed. He

kept his gaze away, staring coldly at

eventually, his eyes drifted back to

a bit after the IV, but

pale porcelain—or like red

look as ugly