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.

be sleeping elsewhere–and made it clear he had no improper intentions–if she kept insisting on going back to her room, it’d seem overly

go downstairs

going to make chicken soup for

to sneeze, and her head felt fuz

nodding, she

in

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together before, most of the time they’d kept to themselves, no awkwardness. But she couldn’t very well come out of the

just about to say maybe she should go back to her room instead–if she got a

go get your

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

was warm and soothing;

tonight and didn’t stay in

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

the chicken soup, he saw her sitting neatly at the edge

a little wife waiting for her

couldn’t help

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

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

“Okay.”

times to be used to it by

bowl of soup, her heart couldn’t help but skip a

in a suit, his demeanor cold and aloof–like a god on a

from – her clinging to him. And with that steaming bowl of soup in

was still there–but now laced with