The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 204 Crushed Hopes

She couldn’t very well voice the thought out loud–it would hurt his pride. So instead, she closed her eyes halfway and stretched out her leg like a soldier accepting her fate.

When James lowered his gaze, the bloody wound on her calf came into view.

The rest of her skin was far too fair, smooth, and delicate. Against that pristine canvas, the raw, torn flesh, on her calf looked even more jarring.

It made his eyes sting. His chest, too.

Without betraying any emotion, he lowered his lashes and focused intently on treating the wound.

Lily was bracing herself, half expecting him to mess it up and make things worse. But to her surprise, his touch was steady and skilled. By the time he sprinkled the hemostatic powder, she barely felt any pain.

Concerned she might aggravate the wound again, he decided to wrap it up.

The light in the room was soft.

It bathed him in a warm glow, softening the edges of his cool, angular features. In that moment, he looked even more breathtaking than usual.

As she stared at the perfection of his profile, her heart began to race uncontrollably.

She realized she might truly be falling for him.

She knew some questions shouldn’t be asked–but her thoughts were scattered, her heart pounding. She couldn’t hold back. “James, if someone you don’t like tried to get close to you… even wanted to be with you… would you feel disgusted?”

If he said no, maybe she could finally tell him the truth–that she was Leila.

James didn’t answer right away.

what

deliberately scraped a huge chunk of paint off his car. When confronted, she claimed she couldn’t pay for the damage but offered herself as compensation. He had refused

meant nothing

of letting her

one day. He had told

thing was normal in web dramas–the female lead damages the male lead’s car, offers her body in return, and

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Chapter 204 Crushed Hopes

a coma. He didn’t know

so, he found the whole situation

wasn’t that he looked down on

the contrary, he believed women–seemingly delicate as they might appear–held up half the

mean he couldn’t find

into a man’s car and then claim it was romantic to throw herself at him… what kind of world would that

opinion, she’d had her brain rotted

had Ashton pull her aside and

present, he answered plainly, “Yes. I’d

hope–of excitement–shattered

had already been a disaster. She had given everything, throwing herself

optimistic, her heart still trembled at the idea

terrified that pouring her heart into someone again would

yet, what if her love became

wanting to get

now was let him see her scarred, ugly face on Sunday. Let

he could get on with