The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 357 I’m Not Your Puppy, Woman

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How could a plush puppy talk? Could it have come to life or turned into some kind of spirit? That fuzzy thought flitted through Lily’s drowsy mind, but before she could make sense of it, sleep tugged her back under.

All she wanted was to do what she always did, fall asleep hugging her plush puppy.

She wrapped her arms completely around him and mumbled, half–asleep, “Puppy, let me hold you….”

Her sudden full–body hug shoved James down against the edge of the bed.

His expression darkened; the air around him turned dangerous.

Puppy… She really thought he was Jackson!

Jealousy burned through him, searing his chest like acid.

Irritated and agitated, he pulled her hands off him again. “I told you–I’m not your puppy. Quit touching me!”

This time, Lily heard him clearly.

But she was still convinced she was dreaming. After all, how could a plush dog turn into a spirit and talk?

And in dreams, she was in control. Why would she be afraid of a disobedient plush toy acting up in her dream?

Her cheeks puffed with defiance. A rebellious streak flared up, and she grabbed at his abs with both hands. “I want to touch them…”

Just grabbing his abs didn’t feel satisfying enough.

Her hands slid upward, groping at his chest, again and again.

firm, so springy. The sensation was addictive; she couldn’t

she had already crowned herself a lawless queen. Chin lifted in arrogance, she

James fell silent.

wanted to touch Jackson through his shirt, and that

him to

face turned dark green, then black. He clenched his jaw so hard it looked like he’d transform into a beast and tear someone

sensed none

she was a queen, and this was her domain, How dare

care or precision. With a punishing grip, she grabbed him again and scolded him with a fierce, but entirely unthreatening tone, “If you don’t take it

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she spoke, she latched onto the hem

up any real strength, she rolled

as her pillow,

a little higher, wrapped her arms tight around him again,

James couldn’t take

a sudden movement,

more.

beneath his strong

voice was cold as steel–yet scorching hot, full of tension and heat. “Lily, say it again. Who do

spirit is so

husband only loved men and was about to divorce her. Aside from hugging my stuffed animals in bed, who else could I hold?

against his chest

She really was thinking about Jackson. Jealousy blazed through him, obliterating what was left of his

biting her lips wasn’t enough to ease the

the fire raging