The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 115

Chapter 115 Fire Beneath the Surface

“I… I’m so tired. My eyes feel so heavy. I just want to sleep for a little while… but I’m scared. What if I close my eyes and never see you again?”

They sat side by side–he in the driver’s seat, she in the passenger seat. The way he held her was awkward.

But blood still clung to the corner of her lips, and the brightness that once defined her features had faded into a sickly pale. She really didn’t look well.

John was afraid something might actually happen to her. He didn’t want any regrets. He tightened his arms around her, holding her even closer.

“John, I love you… so, so much.”

Elsa rested her face against his chest like a fragile Persian cat, soft and clinging.

“Promise me… don’t leave me. Never leave me, okay?”

Never leave her…

John only meant to stay by her side through this last stretch.

But she didn’t have a “forever.” At best, a few months left. He didn’t want to disappoint her. So he said gently,

“I won’t ever leave you.”

Hearing that promise, Elsa’s lips curved slightly–so subtly he couldn’t see it.

He said it.

Forever

She would never let him break that promise. Once she had his baby, the three of them would be together. Forever.

was focused on Nancy. She hadn’t even noticed John and Elsa

shared with

cleaned James and Lily’s room every

the bed in the study was made up, with folded clothes laid out–James had

Grace genuinely liked Lily.

while he was in a coma was a desperate move.

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to marry into the family

clear, steady gaze, her thoughtful manners, her calm and considerate nature. Beyond gratitude, she began to truly like the

cold, aloof grandson was lucky–lucky to marry someone as

someone as kind as Lily would eventually win over James, even if

thought the boy would pull something like…

no kissing, no cuddling–how were they supposed to build any

like James was trying to piss her off until

plan. Every night, a servant brought a glass of milk to

that way, Grace’s eyes lit

Don’t bring it

to the servant, her expression gradually clearing like the sky

storm.

Heh.

he’d drink tonight would be… a

young man in his prime. His new wife was beautiful and elegant. If they didn’t get

tonight, with a little nudge, the two would

working in the Blanc study for a long

to his room, the servant arrived

wasn’t picky either. He drank it all in

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