The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

hapter 161 Teetering on the Edge

The antidote still hadn’t arrived.

James knew that in situations like this, a cold shower could help clear someone’s head.

But he also remembered that she’d once fallen ill after being chilled, leaving her body vulnerable. He didn’t want to risk it.

So once the bathtub was filled with warm water, he threw her straight into the bathroom.

Originally, he’d planned to take her to the hospital–there was blood on her arm. But after her wild behavior in the car, he realized most of it had rubbed off, and that it wasn’t hers. She wasn’t actually injured.

That was the only reason he brought her home instead.

“Lily! Come take your medicine!”

Twenty minutes after he tossed her in the bath, his assistant finally delivered the antidote.

She should’ve finished by now. It was late, and he wanted to shower and rest too, so he decided to call her

out.

He called her again and again–but got no response.

The silence was so unnatural, it filled him with dread.

She hadn’t… drowned, had she?

Not daring to waste another second, he shoved the bathroom door open and rushed inside.

There she was–eyes closed, slowly sliding deeper into the water. The level had already reached her chin. If he’d come in even a few minutes later, it would’ve submerged her completely.

And she didn’t seem to notice any of it.

“Lily! Get up!”

lazily in

finally got

suit jacket had been tossed carelessly onto the bathroom

in the bath like a crimson lotus in full bloom–drifting on the surface, swaying gently. But it

hair spread through the water like silk algae. Her skin–pale as snow, flawless as

she looked just like a mermaid

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face went pitch–black. It looked like someone had poured a

she just wear the dress into

kept slipping

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just stand there and let her drown. Scowling, he stepped forward and lifted her out of

broke through the

him like smoke–delicate but maddening, gnawing at the edges of his sanity like ants at the roots

turned his face away immediately, grabbing a towel from the side

her onto the large bed, he felt like he’d barely survived a war. Only then did

table earlier, he reminded her with a dark look, “Lily. Take your

all–no comprehension

no choice, he walked over, took the pills,

distance, leaning just close enough to ensure

took the medicine, his

said the drug worked fast. She should

even one kiss… I’m gonna

to pull back, she suddenly

guard down. She’d been curled up quietly in the corner of the bed,

react, she cupped his face with both hands–exactly like in the car–fuming like a child denied

kissed him again.