The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

hapter 141 That’s Not My Mom

Chapter 141 That’s Not My Mom

She cried and called out, begging for her mother to hold her.

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Thunder rumbled. Wind and rain howled. No matter how fast she ran, her mother only seemed farther and farther away

She thought it would be like all the other dreams–no matter how hard she tried, she’d never catch her mother. But just as she was about to give up, the dark clouds suddenly parted. Rain faded into sunshine. Spring bloomed Bathed in golden light, she actually caught her mother in her arms.

Her mother was so warm.

That warmth, like sunlight, chased the cold out of her chest and filled her heart with brightness. Holding her mother close, she became a little sun herself.

After finally finding the mother she’d missed so dearly, how could she ever let go?

Like a small animal afraid of abandonment, Lily tightened her grip on James and nuzzled her face into his chest like she was being sweet and clingy.

“Mom. I missed you so much…”

He’s not anyone’s mount

Not in a million years could he be a mom!

James wanted to shove her away on the spot.

But her arms and legs were clinging to him like an octopus, impossibly stubborn. He couldn’t shake her off right away.

Scowling darkly, he growled again. “Lily. I’m James. You’ve got the wrong person!”

“Mom”

Lily was lost deep in her dream. She couldn’t hear him at all.

Her small hands, cold as ice, kept blindly groping–like she was searching for warmth.

any woman touching him like that–Leila was the

eyes darkened with irritation and danger as he

a second later, she clung

she mumbled, “Mom, I’m so cold… Please hold me. I really… I missed

truly missed

was just a clueless, carefree

child without a mother–forced

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had told her that from now on, she would

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Bryson and Jennie. But because their final words had told her to live on and be well, she gave everything to the Ginger

good to them, they’d never abandon

living in the Ginger household for over a decade, she finally realized–that place was never

years,

long time… but lately, she missed her mother more and more. Even though she kept encouraging herself–telling herself she would become better, that her

her mother’s embrace and act spoiled, her

strangely… she also really wanted to

“Mom. hold me…

to tell her there was no way in hell he was going to hold her when he looked down–and saw her long lashes, dark as

tiny beads of clear tears slipped down, pearl–like, one after

red. Even the tip of her nose was flushed. She looked

certain that

seeing her cry like that- completely silent, those tears sliding

tight it was

was something he had never felt before. Caught in

lapse, her delicate, boneless hand found its way back to

something unclear, then, as if testing his patience, scratched lightly at his chest a few times. Then her

he were the most precious thing in her life. The only person she relied on. The

“Mom..”

herself growing

like a furnace–radiating heat. That warmth spread to her, chasing

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