The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 44 Exes Should Stay Dead

Chapter 44 Exes Should Stay Dead

Afraid John might turn on him too, Kendrick shuddered hard and quickly pulled his hand back.

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But John had already noticed exactly where that hand had gone. Now it was too late to take it back.

“John…”

Kendrick’s heart raced with panic as John’s bloodshot gaze locked on his hand, unblinking.

He was just about to play the sympathy card when John raised his leg and viciously kicked Kendrick’s right hand without hesitation.

The pain twisted Kendrick’s face instantly; before he could even begin to recover, John’s iron fists- radiating lethal fury–pounded into his face, blow after brutal blow.

“How dare you touch her? Kendrick, you really deserve to die!”

Just picturing Kendrick’s fingertips brushing against the skin near Lily’s collarbone made John want to tear him apart piece by piece.

“John, I swear, I didn’t mean it. I thought you didn’t want Lily anymore…”

Kendrick wasn’t weak in a fight, but compared to John, he didn’t stand a chance.

He couldn’t even fight back–just curled into himself, gripping his head to brace against the pain.

After a couple more punishing blows, John finally kicked him aside, his face still like ice. He turned sharply, his piercing gaze now locking onto Calvin.

was wrong! I swear I’ll never think

saying he could go at least eight rounds in one night if Lily wasn’t wearing anything, John wanted to cripple him on

shook violently. He clutched himself, too stunned and in too much

so bad. He truly thought he might be ruined

recover, John landed

my future wife. Anyone who dares touch

the others shuddered

most–that she was the one he truly

knew they’d crossed a line. The moment John told them to get out, they took it like a pardon from death–scrambling, crawling, fleeing the room like

free, Lily finally managed–after several tries—to grab a bottle from

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hated being wronged, hated being pushed around. If she

dragged her into the room, was

a deep breath, staggered forward, and with every ounce of

“Lily!”

seeped

Kendrick’s rage nearly exploded. But his company still

matter how much he hated her in that

could do was clutch his head and stumble out

“Lily…”

Lily had saved him more than once before. In her eyes, they were even now–she

the table and turned to leave–only for John to suddenly pull her

“Let go!”

messy, half–hearted entanglements that dragged on after a