The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 214 Trapped in the Wings.

She had rehearsed on stage for three full hours–and he had sat there the entire time, watching and listening for three full hours.

While she sang of heartbreak and partings, he sat in the dark, utterly spellbound.

Lily had been completely immersed in rehearsal and hadn’t noticed Simon in the audience at all. When they wrapped up, she headed backstage toward the private dressing rooms reserved for performers

Just as she reached the hallway, a hand suddenly clamped down hard on her wrist.

Startled, she turned around–and found Simon gripping her tightly, his eyes dark and turbulent, like storm clouds churning over the sea.

Her heart skipped a beat.

The last time she saw him in the hospital, he had nearly snapped her neck.

What was he planning this time?

Wary and on edge, she stared at him, fully alert. She couldn’t help but suspect he might resort to anything just to force her into accepting a settlement.

“Let go! Simon, what the hell do you want?” she snapped

Simon didn’t answer. His eyes, ink–black and lost in fog, were filled with something haunted, almost crazed.

His voice came out hoarse, strained, like he was trying to pierce through a dream but didn’t want to shatter the illusion.

“Lily… who are you, really?”

What?

Lily froze, completely thrown by the question.

After all the times they’d clashed, was he seriously asking

who she was?

amnesia, or had he finally lost

was squeezing her wrist so tightly it throbbed with pain. Coupled with how much she loathed

but his grip didn’t budge. Her voice turned

brain transplant. I can’t stand you. I hate seeing you. I hate being hurt by you for no reason. Let

Simon still stood frozen./

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Trapped in

soul hadn’t quite caught up with

“Let Go

sank her teeth into

in pain, finally

jolt of pain seemed to drag his mind back

the hell had just happened

out of his

recall their shared memories.

was no doubt in his mind–Elsa was

he have

idea that Lily might be the

though about it,

not her! Stay the hell away

“Psycho.”

was tossing her aside with no warning. If she hadn’t caught the door handle, she would’ve

real fight, ten of her

losing. Hated being insulted.

I don’t know what kind of fit you’re throwing tonight, but I’m sick of you. Take your precious Elsa and vanish.

up

You want a two–on–one relationship? Go for it. But leave me the hell alone. I’m

Two–on–one?

she seriously just suggest that he and John should

of messed–up taste was

There wasn’t a shred of romantic interest between them. How could she even say something like