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.

She hadn’t even noticed John and Elsa not

room she shared with James–unaware that

James and Lily’s room

one of them reported to Grace: the bed in the study was made up, with folded clothes laid out–James

Grace genuinely liked Lily.

James while he was in a coma

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the family anyway, and for that, Grace was truly

felt Lily’s clear, steady gaze, her thoughtful manners, her calm and considerate nature. Beyond gratitude,

her eyes, her cold, aloof grandson was lucky–lucky to marry someone as lovely and sweet

she was sure that someone as kind as Lily would eventually win over James, even if he wasn’t ready right away. Once he calmed down, their

would

hand–holding, no kissing, no cuddling–how were they

was trying to piss her off until she dropped dead–so he could burn incense at her

waking up, James had been following the nutritionist’s plan. Every night, a servant

way, Grace’s eyes lit

Don’t bring

to the servant, her expression gradually clearing like the sky

storm.

Heh.

he’d drink tonight would be… a

his prime. His new wife was beautiful and elegant. If they didn’t get close–what

with a little

the Blanc study

to his room, the servant arrived

wasn’t picky either. He drank it all in

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