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.

instinctively glanced toward the

saw made him

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blanket had been kicked to

only wearing

unruly. The hem of the gown had ridden up to her waist, exposing

soft pink fabric

of the gown’s shoulder straps had slipped down her arm, leaving the thin

clearly see the

fabric made her porcelain skin glow even brighter,

on her side, limbs relaxed, curves rising and falling with each breath. In that moment, James couldn’t help but think

of each other’s lives. Now, sharing a room with her dressed like

face

gaze away, his

in his tone jolted

eyes yet, but she sat up instinctively, yawning like a

the rustle of movement from

she had already adjusted her clothing, he glanced

And then-

The hem had ridden up high. The strap was still down. The pale skin before him was

blossoms blooming in the early spring–fresh,

turned even colder. “Wear proper clothes

voice was frigid, like shards of ice crashing

up almost

blearily at him,

did he mean, not dressed

She looked genuinely confused.

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