The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 234 Crossing the Line

The wide square neckline of Lily’s pajamas made it easy to see things that shouldn’t be seen from above.

James glanced down–and immediately caught sight of her fair, delicate collarbones just be neatly that, faimly visible, was the gentle slope of a shadowed valley.

Soft, Lamminous, Alluring.

In that instant, countless images flooded his mind like a dark spell.

Those images seized his thoughts and wrapped chains around his chest–they became his personal

demon.

That night in the hospital, he had been perfectly sober. But beneath the hazy moonlight, he had thrown caution aside and bitten down on her lips with reckless abandon.

That pillowy softness had bloomed freely in his palms. The sensation–so yielding, so unforgettable- seemed burned into the core of his being.

In his more frenzied, fevered dreams, he’d lost control entirely, gripping her slender waist with trembling hands….

James jerked his head to the side and squeezed his eyes shut in anguish.

He loathed nothing more than men who wavered, who couldn’t control themselves.

He had vowed to grow old with Leila. And yet, here he was–mind and body being pulled toward Lily. again and again.

What made him different from John? That selfish, shameless man who wanted everything and gave nothing? If anything, he was worse. Filthier.

The revulsion he felt for himself in that moment was crushing.

He abruptly set the porcelain bottle of ointment on the nightstand and took several steps back, putting as much space between them as possible.

Startled by his sudden retreat, Lily jumped.

his voice–emotionless,

forget the wounds on your arms and calves. Keep using the medicine on time. That way,

and walked out of

loud slam of the door did Lily

be out

going to help her

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Crossing the

stupid could she

Couldn’t stand to be near her. Even earlier, when she had lost her balance, he had only caught her out of pure instinct. That alone had

room,

that he was gone, it felt

ached again–slow, dull, throbbing

really did

her, his

she would meet him

full confidence she’d make herself hideous enough to crush any lingering interest he might

the divorce certificate,

could put on her disguise at

early the next morning, she went to a

a great cook, and when it came to makeup, a natural. Whatever she saw, she picked

of effort in front of the mifror, and even she couldn’t believe the person staring back

hair had been tucked into a wig cap and covered with

gave her a dorky, vaguely

mole–about the size of a pinky nail–sat prominently

transformation silicone across her nose,

had been small and delicate. Now, it was heavy and clunky. Her whole face looked rounder,

on a thick puffer coat, there was no

a few ugly scar stickers, and drawn her eyebrows thicker and coarser