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.

came his voice–emotionless, cold,

yourself. And don’t forget the wounds on your arms and calves. Keep using

that, he turned sharply and walked out

of the door did Lily come

be

was going to help her

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could

her. Even earlier, when she had lost her balance, he had only caught her out of pure instinct. That alone had probably pushed him to his limit.

he’d been in the room, the air

he was gone, it felt

chest ached again–slow,

did hate

was too well–mannered to speak cruelly to her, his body language said everything. His rejection was uncontrollable.

meet him as

hideous enough to crush any lingering interest he might

they got the divorce certificate, it

put on

next morning, she went to a

it came to

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

hair had been tucked into a wig cap and covered with a

gave her a

been darkened several shades, and a large black mole–about the size of a

across her nose,

been small and delicate. Now, it was heavy and clunky. Her whole

binding her chest and throwing on a thick puffer coat, there was no way James would notice anything

fake Adam’s apple, a few ugly scar stickers, and drawn her