Chapter 201 What Should Be Forgotten

Chapter 201 What Should Be Forgotten

“I won’t mix things up like that again. I’m really, really sorry.”

James didn’t say a word. He simply pressed his hand flat against his chest.

He knew, with absolute certainty, that the one he wanted in this life–must be Leila. Could only be Leila

And yet, for some unfathomable reason, hearing Lily say she’d only kissed him because she mistook him for someone else–it made something deep in his chest ache. As if he were sick.

But they were about to get divorced.

He would compensate her for what happened tonight with a full set of emerald jewelry. It would serve both as an apology–and as a wedding gift for her and that old classmate of hers.

Who she liked, who she wanted to be with, who she married–it didn’t matter.

And this strange discomfort in his chest? It didn’t matter either.

As James continued to sit in silence, Lily grew increasingly anxious.

She had just opened her mouth to speak again, hoping to ease the tension and maybe lighten the impact of her terrible mistake–when she suddenly noticed something.

Her hospital gown… was torn.

Had she ripped it herself while being all bold and shameless earlier?

Could she really be that strong?

But if she hadn’t torn it, there was only one other possibility–and she refused to believe that.

James hated her. There was no way he’d want to rip her clothes.

Her best guess was that after she’d grabbed him and kissed him, he’d fought to get away–so forcefully that the gown had been accidentally torn.

She understood. She really did.

When Lily lowered her gaze to look at her gown, James‘ eyes also fell upon her.

The loose, soft hospital gown had already been shredded in his hands just moments ago, fluttering like a butterfly as it fell apart.

bits of fabric clung to her

did remain hung like/wisps of gauze over undulating hills–half–hidden, half–revealed–casting an ethereal,

skin was

hadn’t tied her hair up

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black hate spilled messily over her shoulders, reaching all the way to her waist. Then contrast of inky black against such pale white

looked like some newly born forest spirit–pure and

turned human, whose innocence and

effect.

hospital room’s window hadn’t

drifted in, stirring the curtains and bringing a light chill–but

hot,

state, quickly yanked the

head sharply away, as if

in dark silk–played in

faded into nothing. There was only that haunting contrast of black and white, seared into his

It was inescapable. Unforgettable.

made him hate himself

now completely wrapped in her blanket, had also noticed something else–those marks near her collarbone, spreading

but they looked

only two people in this

Those marks weren’t self–inflicted.

meant they had to

a nightmare for him? There was no way he’d kiss her back. He probably hated

been accidental–left behind during his struggle to escape

the blanket tighter around herself, wishing she could just crawl under

whispered in shame, “What I did just now… really crossed the

“Mm.”

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spilled messily over her shoulders, reaching all the way to her waist. That

some newly born forest spirit–pure and enticing–pulling at the strings of his

freshly turned human, whose innocence and seduction blurred together

hospital room’s window

air drifted in, stirring the curtains and bringing a light chill–but to James, it suddenly

breath turned hot, his

realized her indecent state, quickly yanked the blanket over

too, turned his head sharply away, as if

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