The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 355 I’m Not Blushing, You Are

Chapter 355 I’m Not Blushing, You Are

She was clearly exhausted, fast asleep in a daze. Though the heater in the car was running, her body still trembled from time to time, and her little face remained unnaturally pale.

Delicate and fragile, she stirred every protective instinct in him.

Looking at her like this, James felt his chest soften completely.

There was no way he could let her go now.

His hands tightened slowly around the steering wheel. His always–cool eyes took on a rare, stubborn glint, one that refused to be reasoned with.

Let her think I’m shameless or that I go back on my word, doesn’t matter. I’m just not going to hand her over to Jackson! When they arrived at the main house, he parked the car, then carried her straight to his bedroom.

After shutting the door firmly behind them, she finally stirred in his arms and blinked open her eyes in a sleepy haze.

Seeing the familiar layout around her, Lily thought she was dreaming. Wasn’t I staying in that princess- themed room Nancy had decorated for me? Why is he carrying me to his bedroom?

She discreetly pinched herself. When she confirmed it wasn’t a dream, she quickly tried to wriggle out of his arms.

But he was too strong. He held her firmly.

Unable to free herself, she could only say, “James, why’d you bring me to your room? Just put me down, I can walk back to mine.”

“You’re sleeping here tonight. You got doused with several buckets of cold water. I’m worried you’ll spike a fever in the middle of the night.”

Worried she’d argue, he added, “I’ll sleep in the study.”

They were about to get divorced; of course, she wouldn’t want to stay in his

room.

clear he had no improper intentions–if she kept insisting on going back to

I’ll go downstairs and make you some

to make chicken soup

him, but she kept wanting to sneeze, and her head felt fuz

nodding, she suddenly

in the other

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stayed in this room together before, most of the time they’d kept to themselves, no awkwardness. But she couldn’t very

back to her room instead–if she got a fever, she could always get up and

go get your

couldn’t protest anymore. Like a well–behaved schoolgirl, she

tub was warm and

too tired tonight

sneezing twice more, she quickly dried off, slipped into her pajamas, and walked out

chicken soup, he saw her sitting neatly at the edge of his bed,

little wife waiting

stirred in him. He couldn’t help wanting to pull

she loved someone else, and was eager to get a divorce, he worried such a gesture would frighten her, so he forced the impulse

in his eyes and said lightly, “Lily, drink this

“Okay.”

James’s stunning face enough times to be used

watching him walk over carrying that bowl of soup, her heart couldn’t help but skip

demeanor cold and aloof–like a god

shirt had gotten soaked with the ice water from earlier. It was wrinkled now from – her clinging to him. And with that steaming bowl of soup

a little more human. The coldness was still there–but now