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.

was still caught

to be replaced by memories of being thrown into the icy river by

the night at the fountain again, when Taylor had forced her into the freezing water. She’d struggled to breathe, desperate

But then, warmth returned.

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Chapter 198 Dream–Tangled Night

appeared like a

warmth, unwilling

her. Instinctively, she reached for something- anything to hold onto, something

under the hem

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

So warm. So comfortable.

“Lily!”

his chest, and James finally snapped out of

hands off

was still

into his arms, savoring the warmth, when the James in her dream

would’ve

But it wasn’t.

It was her dream.

rules. She wasn’t

hugged him tighter, one hand even squeezing his abs with a playful little

that. Her boldness caught him completely off guard. The sensation jolted through him,

wandered without restraint, touching him like she owned

to tolerate it. No

trying to push her off

ever. The moment

I told you–I don’t

looked down, something

was still in her

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