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

she returned directly to the room she shared with James–unaware that Grace was about to

James and Lily’s room

the study was made up, with folded clothes laid out–James had apparently been sleeping

Grace genuinely liked Lily.

he was in a coma was a

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Lily had agreed to marry into the family anyway, and for

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

grandson was lucky–lucky to marry someone as lovely and

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

the boy would pull something

no kissing, no cuddling–how were they supposed

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 brought a glass of milk to

the servant heading that way, Grace’s eyes lit up with

bring

instructions to the servant, her expression gradually clearing like the sky

storm.

Heh.

he’d drink tonight

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

a little nudge,

the

his room, the servant

wasn’t picky either. He drank it all in

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