The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 74 Lines That Shouldn’t Be Crossed

The person doing the verification said the photo of Lily and the man on the marriage certificate was clearly digitally altered.

The moment John saw the message, the agony crushing his chest instantly lifted.

Who didn’t know that registering a marriage required both parties to be there in person and take a photo on the spot?

If Lily’s so–called husband couldn’t even show his face, and the image was a fake, how could the certificate be real?

She’d forged a marriage certificate just to make him jealous…

How childish.

Maybe it was because yesterday had been his birthday. He was used to her spending it with him, and part of him had missed her.

But now that he was sober, everything was clear.

She’d carefully kept the memento of their engagement, and now this? Faking a photo just to provoke him?

There was no way she truly wanted to leave him.

She just wanted him to cave. To chase her. To beg

But this time, she’d taken it too far.

He wasn’t going to give her another out.

Let’s see how long she can keep this up.

He was going to wait until she came crawling back.

“Lily.”

James’s study was located at the very back of the master bedroom. On his way out, he had to walk past the bed where Lily was sleeping.

He didn’t like her. At all. Had no desire to interact with her.

But last night, he’d already had someone draw up the agreement, and he had just printed it in the study. Since she needed to sign it, he still called out to her once he stepped out.

There was no response.

and instinctively glanced

he saw made

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had been kicked

only wearing a light

gown had ridden up to her waist, exposing two

soft pink

straps had slipped down her arm, leaving the thin material hanging loosely

James stood, he could clearly see the curves

pale green fabric made her porcelain skin glow even brighter, as if

breath. In that moment, James couldn’t help but think of a

remembered–they had just agreed to stay out of each other’s lives. Now, sharing a room with her dressed like

sharp, elegant face turned

his gaze away, his voice ice–cold

his tone

even opened her eyes yet, but she sat up instinctively, yawning like a well–behaved schoolgirl waiting for

heard the rustle of movement from the

already adjusted her clothing, he glanced

And then-

up high. The strap was still down. The pale skin

white pear blossoms blooming in the

face turned even colder. “Wear proper

frigid, like shards of

up

blearily at him,

mean, not

She looked genuinely confused.

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