The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 198 Dream–Tangled Night

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Lily didn’t want to trouble him, but since her IV was almost finished, she didn’t say anything more.

Once the IV drip ended, she drifted off to sleep quickly.

James closed the door to the hospital room and lay down on the guest bed.

Lily didn’t sleep soundly. She dreamed of the crash that had happened earlier that night.

She also dreamed of that terrible accident sixteen years ago–the one that took her parents‘ lives.

At the moment of impact, her mother had thrown herself over her, shielding her with her own body. She’d whispered. “Lizzy, you has to live. You has to live a happy life.”

No matter how hard she tried to be happy, she still missed them.

Missed them so, so much.

“Lily?”

James saw her curled up under the blanket, silent tears slipping down her cheeks. He realized she was having another nightmare.

She’d suffered a concussion, and the doctor had warned them to be careful.

Worried the nightmare would take too much of a toll on her, he got up and gently called her name a few times.

But she didn’t respond. Her face remained wet with tears, and she suddenly pulled the blanket over her head.

Fearing she might suffocate, James quickly pulled the blanket away from her face.

The moment he did, she suddenly sat up and threw her arms around him.

And in that sudden movement, her warm, soft lips brushed against his.

It felt like an electric current shot through him. The brush of her lips sent an uncontrollable jolt through his body.

His heart tripped, his pulse stumbled, and for a moment, he forgot to breathe. He stood there frozen,

unable to react.

still caught in

only to be replaced by memories of being thrown into

was like the night at the fountain again, when Taylor had forced her

But then, warmth returned.

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Chapter 198 Dream–Tangled Night

like a god,

clung to that warmth, unwilling

down her shoulders, and a chill crept over her.

torso, slipping under the

firm, every inch packed with lean muscle. His body was warm–young, full of life, radiating a powerful heat. Her bare hands pressed against

So warm. So comfortable.

“Lily!”

his chest, and James finally snapped out of his

hands off

was still tangled

arms, savoring the warmth, when the James in her dream suddenly scolded her, demanding she let

had been real life, she would’ve immediately

But it wasn’t.

It was her dream.

rules. She wasn’t

hugged him tighter, one hand even squeezing

sensation jolted through him, and he couldn’t help but grunt

without restraint, touching him like she owned him. His whole body tensed, muscles rigid

to tolerate it.

her arms, trying to push her

clinging too tightly, stubborn as ever. The moment he broke

you–I

he looked down, something stopped

in

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