The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 27 Trash and Firelight

His grip tightened again as he dragged her out of the room.

“Do you even know that Lizzy slit her wrists? If you hadn’t posted those videos and photos online and incited netizens to attack her, she never would’ve tried to kill herself! Thankfully, Madam Wendy found her in time, or she’d be dead by now. But even after waking up, she won’t eat, won’t drink, won’t speak… You’re the one who did this to her! You have to apologize! If she refuses to forgive you, or worse, if she hurts herself again, I won’t let you off!”

So Elsa had actually slit her wrists…

Playing the pity card, huh? She was a real expert.

Lily definitely didn’t want to be dragged to the hospital.

When he pulled open the door and forced her out, she bit him–hard.

Taking advantage of his pain, she darted back into the room, trying to slam the door shut.

But he was faster.

Just before the door clicked shut, he lunged in and grabbed her wrists with a cold expression.

“Lily, don’t push your luck! I’ll say it one last time–come to the hospital and ask Lizzy for forgiveness!”

“And I’ll say it one last time–I did nothing wrong, and I will not apologize to Elsa!”

Her wrists burned like fire.

She was certain her bones were about to snap under Simon’s grip.

still refused to

a show! Oh, she couldn’t handle being called a mistress… but isn’t that exactly what she is? Sure, I’ve broken up with John now–but before that, she clung to him and even stole the wedding dress I hand–sewed,

“Lily!”

call his beloved Lizzy a mistress. The killing intent radiating off him was enough

wanted John

Lily wasn’t intimidated.

dignity and decency to be a mistress? So because she’s dying, it’s okay to wear my handmade wedding dress without asking? Because she’s dying, I’m just supposed to accept my boyfriend

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You two really are birds of a feather–equally

expression darkened to something

to call him–the sole heir of

the

was a child buried under rubble, it was warm, gentle Lizzy who gave him the will to live. That’s why he treasured

shock and fury when a sharp pain shot

grip loosened slightly from

moment, yanked her wrist free, and lunged for

out of control. Rushing forward,

stepped back to

was the edge

and fell straight onto

same time, he was still holding her wrist. Caught off guard, and a bit distracted, he stumbled forward too–landing right on top

looked down on Lily. He hated even being near

he landed on her, he should’ve pulled