The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 232 Cold Light of Day

John kept chanting the same lie to himself, over and over again—Lily would never leave him. He’d recovered the silver bracelet he had made for her with his own hands. Once he returned it to her wrist, she would surely return to him.

Before he knew it, his car had pulled up outside the Luke family estate.

He was about to roll down his window and tell the guards to open the gate when his phone rang–loud and sharp, like a siren.

The call was from the hospital.

Elsa had attempted suicide by swallowing pills,

She had pulled this stunt before.

The last time, he’d been frantic with worry.

But this time… a wave of weariness, even disgust, rose in his chest.

He hadn’t expected taking care of Elsa, walking with her through her final stretch of life, would come with so much drama.

And he certainly hadn’t expected Lily to completely misread him, even try to leave him.

Still, he owed Elsa for what happened four years ago. She didn’t have long to live. He couldn’t bring himself to abandon her–not yet. So, he turned the car around and headed for the hospital.

After James carried Lily into the car, she immediately pressed herself up against the door, putting space between them.

The truth was, she missed the warmth of his arms already.

part of her had secretly hoped the walk would never end–that he’d

matter how long, had an end. Sooner or later,

dreamed of being his wife just to make John back off–she quickly clarified, “James, don’t get the wrong idea. I didn’t mean what I said about wanting to be wife. I just wanted to keep John from pestering me. I promised I’d go with you to finalize the

your

“Mm.”

beside him

what you did tonight,” she said. “If you hadn’t stepped in… I don’t even want to think about it. Anyway, you don’t need to worry–I’m not going to cling to you or cause

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swept over her, cool and

the red

kept echoing in his mind–how Lily had broken three ribs working

Didn’t it hurt?

Was it worth it?

in

was what made him ask, without thinking,

Huh?

him to

quickly realized he probably wasn’t asking out of personal curiosity. More likely, he just thought she had terrible taste in men–chasing after someone as irrational and violent as John–and didn’t want

with that.

“Back then, I guess I was just really desperate for warmth. He reached out when I needed help, and I convinced myself he was my salvation. I did like him–a lot. I used to imagine our future together, hoped we’d grow old side by side. Even when it was one–sided, I still didn’t want to let go. But eventually, I realized that kind of love–clinging to someone like that–wasn’t healthy. Love should be mutual. If it’s not, it won’t

wasn’t the type to go back to a man who’d failed

their marriage was destined to end. There was no point getting

like John–still