The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

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.

and smacked her head

it, her left pearl earring snagged and slipped down inside his

“My earring…”

might’ve let it go. But this was her favorite pair of pearl earrings. Losing one meant she couldn’t wear them anymore–she had to

fog; she didn’t even know what

down into his shirt

voice slurred, and Simon couldn’t understand

clearly see–and feel–her soft, delicate hand brushing

pale skin behind his ears turned a deep red, like fine

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

focused on retrieving her earring and

shirt up

earring was just inside; after tugging at his collar, her slender fingers moved

she were sober, even if she adored that pair of

barely recognize the person in front of her as a

expected her to just tug his collar–he was stunned when

body tensed even more, hard as

at her brazen little hand,

his collarbone, a shiver ran through him, impossible

eyes, lashes trembling, and asked again, “What exactly are you trying

his shirt and stared at his faintly visible

turned his face away once more. She’s doing this on