The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 240 The Drunken Lion Cub

Chapter 240 The Drunken Lion Cub

Lily knew James was a man of integrity–principled and upright. A true gentleman.

He would never hurt her.

So now that she was drunk, her body and mind completely relaxed, all her defenses dropped. She let herself go–free and reckless.

With hazy, intoxicated eyes, she lowered her gaze and took in the man beneath her, pinned to the lounge chair.

He’s really, ridiculously handsome…

Those eyes–so cold and deep–yet when they looked at her earlier, it felt like the entire galaxy had been poured into them.

It was like they were pulling her in, casting a spell.

Swallowing nervously, she couldn’t resist reaching out and gently touching the corner of his eye.

It was true–both he and Simon had flawless phoenix eyes. But somehow, they felt completely different to her.

When she looked into Simon’s eyes, all she felt was annoyance and disgust. It made her want to dig his eyeballs out and feed them to a dog.

But James‘ eyes…

They made her bold. Reckless. Hungry.

She didn’t know how to express just how much she liked those eyes. All she could do was awkwardly cup his face in her hands and press a soft kiss to the corner of his eye.

“Leila…”

His voice was hoarse–thick with tension.

so suddenly, kissed him so lightly,

of that

But she was drunk.

had no idea what

take advantage of

create some space between them. He kept reminding himself over and over–don’t lose control, don’t

very next second, she turned around

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“Leila, get off!”

as stone. A flood of heat, laced

He couldn’t think.

Couldn’t breathe.

last shred–had already surrendered to

to listen to him. He couldn’t force himself to push her away, He could only grit

who’d looked shy and awkward just hours ago

she was on a treasure hunt, she reached up and traced his features with her fingertips,

was supposed to be a

But his…

was unbelievably smooth–just as flawless as

complexion gave him a sense of distant elegance, untouchable. But

his cheek, and it felt like she was touching the surface of a fine piece of

why are

closer as she murmured in a dreamy whisper, “How do you do it? Your skin’s so nice… Did you use a beauty

“I…”

even form words, let alone explain that no, he obviously hadn’t used

in his lap kept pushing

from his

felt like even his heartbeat and his breath no longer belonged

turned his face away, trying to shut it all out–her closeness, her touch. But even with his eyes closed, the ragged sound of his own breathing