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?

or

no sense. And his grip hurt. He was squeezing her wrist so tightly it throbbed with pain. Coupled

grip didn’t budge. Her voice turned

your damn mind, call emergency services and get help–or better yet, get a brain transplant. I can’t stand you. I hate seeing you. I hate being hurt by you

Simon still stood frozen./

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Trapped in the

quite caught

“Let Go

strength failed, Lily sank her teeth into

pain, finally snapping out of his

of pain seemed to drag

the hell had just

must’ve been out

childhood. She could recall their shared memories.

doubt in his

how could he have

could he have even entertained the idea that Lily might be the one who pulled him through his darkest

about it, the more furious

suddenly flung her away, hard. “You’re not her! Stay the hell

“Psycho.”

her out of nowhere. Now he was tossing her aside with no warning. If she hadn’t caught

real fight, ten of her wouldn’t be

hated losing. Hated being insulted. Hated being hurt for

up, voice cold and sharp. “Simon, I don’t know what kind of fit you’re throwing tonight, but I’m sick of you. Take your precious Elsa and vanish. Hell, maybe you and John should just stay

up

relationship? Go for it. But leave me the

Two–on–one?

just suggest that he and

of messed–up

shred of romantic interest between them. How could