The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

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.

only tattered bits of fabric clung to

hung like/wisps of gauze over undulating hills–half–hidden, half–revealed–casting an ethereal, breathtaking glow over the entire

skin was

obviously hadn’t tied her hair up

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all the way to her waist. Then contrast of inky black against such

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

perhaps a siren, freshly turned human, whose innocence and seduction

effect.

window

curtains and bringing a light chill–but to James,

turned hot,

having realized her indecent state,

too, turned his head sharply

skin tangled in dark silk–played in his mind like a cursed

in the world faded into nothing. There was only that haunting contrast of black and white, seared into his memory, gripping his heart with

It was inescapable. Unforgettable.

hate himself more–for being weak,

in her blanket, had also noticed something

want to admit it, but

only two people

Those marks weren’t self–inflicted.

meant they had to

already kissed him–wasn’t that enough of a nightmare for him? There was no

accidental–left behind during his struggle to

could just crawl under the bed and grow a new, purer version of

really crossed the line. I seriously thought you

“Mm.”

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way to her waist. That contrast of inky black against such

spirit–pure and enticing–pulling at the

turned human, whose innocence and seduction blurred together to

window hadn’t

light chill–but to James, it suddenly felt like the temperature in the

hot, his

state, quickly yanked the blanket

head sharply away, as if