The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 265 Elsa Pretends to Cry

Chapter 265 Elsa Pretends to Cry

John slammed his fist into the nearby wall. Blood splattered everywhere,

He knew that Lily still carried deep psychological scars when it came to intimacy–trauma from nearly being assaulted by those disgusting animals.

Even after all those years together, they had always slept in separate rooms. They had never consummated their marriage.

And now, the lounge lights were off.

Though the hallway was well–lit, the room inside was large, and the bed sat all the way in the back. The light from the corridor didn’t reach the couple tangled on the bed. But John could still vaguely make out the scene–the woman was passionate, seductive, wrapping herself around the man with no restraint.

He thought of how no matter how he coaxed or pressured her, she had always refused to give her body to him. Yet now, just to spite him, she was throwing herself at some outsider, using every trick in the book.

Blood from John’s torn knuckles dripped down his arm, trailing along the bulging veins on the back of his hand. He wanted nothing more than to rip that couple on the bed to pieces.

John!”

Mary had shaken off Elsa’s hand, but Elsa didn’t mind.

She knew Mary was just disgusted by Lily and didn’t want to speak to anyone.

That’s enough for now. The fire she’d just stoked would keep burning; she didn’t need to fan the flames any further.

Seeing John’s bleeding hand, she quickly rushed to his side, pretending to check his injury with great

concern.

wound was still seeping blood, her lashes trembled–and her eyes welled up with tears, as though a cold rose had

this hurts,” she said softly, “but you can’t keep hurting yourself like

barely

see, all he could hear, was the obscene entanglement on that bed. The sounds, those sounds,

limb, it still wouldn’t match the pain

that moment.

in that bed down to hell

let

word from John dripped blood. “How could you do this to

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Elsa Pretends to

on the second floor of the banquet

crowd and rushed to the lounge

too, saw the two figures on

man’s frame. Naturally, they couldn’t immediately confirm her identity. But with everyone insisting it was Lily, they

How could you be

was so furious his face turned green. “Get

throbbed from rage–he couldn’t even bring himself

violent, hellish mist, as if he wanted to drag everyone down into a blood–soaked

out cold and sharp, as if squeezed through

really

the rose he had watched

years, he had never dared touch her. And now, she had

“So disgusting!”

clutched her nose. “Lily is so filthy, so nasty. Even with all of us watching, she’s still shamelessly clinging

Just insulting her a few times wasn’t