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.

expected it. The way she cupped his face so suddenly, kissed him so lightly,

the softness of that kiss–it shattered his last

But she was drunk.

no idea

couldn’t take advantage of her

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

very next second, she turned around

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“Leila, get off!”

whole frame rigid as stone. A flood of heat, laced with

He couldn’t think.

Couldn’t breathe.

his soul–every last shred–had

He could only grit his teeth and rasp out warnings, over and

the same girl who’d looked shy and awkward

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

skin was supposed

But his…

skin was unbelievably smooth–just as flawless

him a sense of distant elegance, untouchable. But it didn’t make him look feminine

it felt like she was touching the surface of a fine piece of jade-

are

“How do you do it? Your skin’s so nice… Did you use a beauty filter

“I…”

breath erratic. He couldn’t even form words, let

little demon in

from his cheeks to

his heartbeat and his breath no longer

it all out–her closeness, her touch. But