The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 85 Flames and Cracks

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Simon’s face darkened as he gripped Lily’s shoulders tight voice low and sharp through gritted teeth.

“What did you just say? Say it again if you dare!”

“I’ll say it a thousand more times–you’ve got atrophied brain cells, and your brain’s been eaten by a dog.”

She didn’t even wait for a response. She stomped down hard on his foot.

Then, without looking back, she spun around with all the arrogance in the world and marched toward her car parked nearby.

Fury radiated from her every step–like a blazing flame, vivid and wild, searing his vision and scorching something deeper he couldn’t quite name,

Simon just stood there, stunned and wordless.

Even the bloodstains on her clothes were burning into his mind. And though he tried not to care, he found himself wondering–was she hurt anywhere else?

Did she bleed somewhere other than her face?

He wanted to ask. But by the time he gathered his thoughts, she had already sped away, the sound of her tires echoing down the street.

He was secretly relieved he didn’t ask. Because asking would have meant he cared.

But he didn’t care. He couldn’t

This woman humiliated Elsa. Right in front of him. She didn’t deserve an ounce of sympathy.

He told himself again and again.

He only cared about one girl in his life–Elsa.

Lily ever laid a hand on Elsa again, he’d make sure she never survived

blood on Lily’s

the memory of his hands touching her skin. It made her want to claw it

wanted was

to the Luke family

shut the door that she realized the lock

felt uneasy not being able

earlier downstairs, she’d overheard the housekeeper say James

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for hours. Besides, the bedroom door

pushed the door mostly closed, stripped quickly,

medicinal cream

this morning had already disappeared

put on another layer to treat the one Randall

even Ivan–they were all so good

how in six months she’d have to leave

had already been unlucky enough to be forced into a

stayed at work for

he made his way through the underground garage, Mathilda suddenly

but clung tightly to his sleeve instead–her tears soaking into the cuff and

he got home, he headed straight to the bathroom to

door was

heard no sound

didn’t knock–just

“Ah!”

had just finished her

she let out a scream, startled out of her

face fractured in slow