The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 356 I Said Stop Touching Mc

After rinsing out the bowl, James grabbed a change of clothes and headed into the bathroom

Lily hadn’t slept in that bed for a while. She thought returning to it would feel strange, that she’d lie awake unable to sleep.

But the blanket carried that familiar, clean, crisp scent of woods and herbs, his scent and somehow, it gave her a deep sense of comfort and security, Curled up beneath the gradually warming covers, she drifted off faster than she expected.

When James stepped out of the bathroom, that was what he saw.

The girl lay quietly nestled in his bed, looking especially obedient. Thanks to the chicken soup, her little face had finally regained some color, a faint blush softening her pallor; even her lips were a rosy red, sweet and soft in a way that tugged at his heart, and made him really want to kiss her.

But the swelling on her cheek–puffed up high–was an eyesore.

He called Ashton and gave instructions to block Yulia’s exit and teach her a lesson. Then he peeled a hard- boiled egg and sat beside Lily, carefully rolling it across her swollen cheek.

Yulia had slapped her with full force earlier. Lily’s face had really taken a hit.

As James gently rolled the egg across the bruised skin, his fingertips occasionally brushed her cheek. The pain faded, replaced by a warm, soothing comfort. Seeking more warmth, Lily unconsciously rolled over and wrapped her arms around him.

She murmured sleepily, “Hug…‘

“”

James never used to check Facebook much.

But ever since Jackson had added him as a friend, he’d sometimes find himself scrolling without thinking. Just now, he had stumbled on another of Jackson’s posts–one set to “Only Visible to James.”

marriage today. Puppy is heartbroken. But Lily said she’d go on a date with me tomorrow

a photo of a little white

it, James’s mind swapped the puppy’s head for

get a thermometer when he felt a pair of

heard her

about her little puppy…

features turned ice–cold in an

going to be anyone’s stand–in–especially

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Said Stop Touching

as a man could muster, he pushed her hand away from him and

sleeping soundly and didn’t register what he

warmer than even the cozy blanker, and she didn’t want to

Then, she nestled her

comfortably against his side.

“Lily!”

body tensed; his throat

her hands weren’t

or not to be Jackson’s stand–in, her soft little fingers slipped under the

stone. His temples throbbed

rasped, “Lily,

one of Jackson’s posts–again, visible

attached photo was so tacky,

shirt hem and lifted it up with his teeth, showing off his sculpted chest and abs. “Wedding night. I want to be touched. Chest, abs, V–line… everything