The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 47

Chapter 47 Is That My Earring?

Chapter 47 Is That My Earring?

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Lily staggered along the wall until she reached the door to her hotel room. Just as she was about to open it, she saw someone standing nearby.

It was Simon.

Their eyes met, and Simon’s usually carefree, handsome face instantly stiffened with discomfort.

After his meeting tonight, he didn’t even know why–somehow, he’d ended up outside Lily’s hotel room.

He was about to pretend he’d come here for something else and walk away when the strong smell of alcohol hit him.

She was swaying, clearly very drunk.

His expression darkened. “Lily, why did you drink so much?”

“Get out of my way!”

Lily was getting drunker by the second; her head buzzed so loud she couldn’t make out a word he was saying.

Simon seemed to multiply before her eyes.

He swayed back and forth with the hotel room door, making it hard to tell whether he was standing to her left or her right..

Her head felt unbearably heavy; all she wanted was to collapse into the soft hotel bed and sleep until the world ended.

Guessing there was no one blocking her on one, side, she stumbled in that direction.

Unfortunately, she guessed wrong–Simon was standing right there.

smacked her head right into his

left pearl earring snagged and slipped down

“My earring…”

her favorite pair of pearl earrings. Losing one meant she couldn’t wear them anymore–she had to get it

mind was a fog; she didn’t even know what day it was–she just wanted

slipped down into his shirt collar, she

voice slurred, and Simon

he could clearly see–and feel–her soft, delicate hand

his ears turned a deep

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for half a minute, before speaking with clear discomfort. “Lily, what the heck are

retrieving her earring

his shirt up

inside; after tugging at his collar, her slender fingers moved and undid

she were sober, even if she adored that pair of pearl earrings,

she could barely recognize the person in front of her as a real

collar–he was stunned when she actually unbuttoned

even

brazen little hand, his ears still

when her fingertip brushed over his collarbone, a

shut his eyes, lashes trembling, and asked

clung to his shirt and stared at

away once more. She’s

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