The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

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.

on Nancy. She hadn’t even noticed John

she shared with James–unaware that Grace was about to explode with

and Lily’s

was made up,

Grace genuinely liked Lily.

idea of finding a wife for James while he

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into the family anyway, and for that, Grace was

clear, steady gaze, her thoughtful manners, her calm

her cold, aloof grandson was lucky–lucky to

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

would pull something

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

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

the nutritionist’s plan. Every night, a servant

Grace’s eyes

Don’t bring it

a few more instructions to the servant, her expression gradually

storm.

Heh.

the milk he’d drink tonight would be… a little

His new wife was beautiful and elegant. If they didn’t get

little nudge, the

working in the

returned to his room, the servant arrived

much for milk but wasn’t picky either. He