The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 67 The Night of Unease

Chapter 67 The Night of Unease

As long as they both acted like the other was single, that was enough.

Out of courtesy, she asked, “What about you?”

Seeing those delicate little words appear on the screen, James’s pale fingers trembled slightly.

In business, it was easy to blur truth and fiction–no need to get sentimental with partners.

But Leila was the only woman he’d ever wanted to marry. He didn’t want to lie to her.

Back when they barely knew each other, he’d given her a fake name–and he had regretted it ever since. He didn’t want to keep piling on lies.

But the Leila he remembered was someone who drew clear lines between love and hate.

He was afraid that if she found out he was married–even if it wasn’t his choice–she might never want to speak to him again. Still, he wasn’t going to touch Lily during the marriage, and she had promised they’d divorce in six months. So, he replied:“Not planning on getting married.”

Lily understood.

He was probably still happily single.

She remembered when they first met, he’d told her he didn’t believe in marriage.

But it didn’t really matter to her anymore.

They were just friends who clicked–nothing romantic. They might never even meet in person. If he was single, she’d exchange the occasional greeting with him. If he was married with kids, their chats would still stay within the boundaries of friendship.

She didn’t keep the conversation going. Instead, she typed, “James, it’s getting late. I’m heading to bed. You should rest too.”

James had been asleep for four and a half years–and now that he was finally awake, he wasn’t tired at all.

if she had a boyfriend now, if

of his family, friends, employees, and business partners, he always chose his words sparingly. But with her, he had endless things to

ask her what job she took after college, if anyone had bullied her, if she’d been happy

much he wanted to

she was going to bed, he

a long

days ahead were

1/3

The

day after day, night after night, he hoped

Good morning. Good night.

politely replied, then grabbed her change of clothes and headed into the

didn’t care

was still

been so kind to her, and she sincerely wished them all the

family over four years ago, she had learned to take

months from now, she would go through with the divorce, just as they’d agreed, and

her heart, Lily showered and, even in the completely unfamiliar

She slept soundly.

night, John was

with regret, and she had said she wanted to be confessed to, he had

romance… all he felt was

truly wanted was to spend it

an inexplicable sense of unease kept gnawing at

had this gut feeling… that

much. How could she

that anxiety kept clawing at his heart. Unable to ignore it, he left Elsa’s tearful pleas

thoughts spun through

tonight must’ve been because Lily hadn’t