The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 423 Parting for Good

Chapter 423 Parting for Good

James’s voice was hoarse with guilt. He grabbed the phone from the nightstand and quickly warted dialing the police.

Lily, still reeling from the sight of the scratch marks she’d left on his skin, froze when she heard what he was doing. Last night hadn’t been entirely his fault. It had been her own weakness, her inability to resia his touch, her choice to take advantage of his drunkenness. She couldn’t let him call and turn himself in.

She shifted her aching body, snatched the phone from his hand, and hung up. “It wasn’t your fault. You were drunk, and I should’ve stayed away from you. I’m the one who was wrong”

Her voice faltered. “What happened last night… let’s just… pretend it never happened”

Hearing that, James didn’t push the call through again. He knew full well that in matters between a man and a woman, if she refused to accuse him, even if he turned himself in, there would be no punishment. And he knew she wasn’t letting him off out of forgiveness–just as before, it was because she cared too much about the elders, didn’t want to shame them or make them sad.

He loved her deeply. Loved seeing her every day. But after last night, he understood–his nearness, his selfishness, only hurt her more.

Twice now, he had forced himself on her. In what way was he any different from men like Ben or Jerry- vile, predatory animals he despised? If he truly wanted her free of pain, the only choice was to stay away.

After a long silence, he forced down the bitter taste in his throat and said quietly, “I’ll transfer this villa to your name.”

had been in this villa. It carried too many bad memories.. She would never want to step insidé it again. He hesitated, then changed his mind. “No… I’ll keep this place.

anything, contact Ashton. He’ll help

tightened. “We… we shouldn’t

see each

clearly didn’t want to see her, and she feared that if her pregnancy became visible, he would notice. So she held back the tears

stayed.

as she swung her legs off the bed and turned away, the tears slipped

bones under smooth, pale

tightening his breath. He wanted to pull her

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until she

also saw the droplets that had fallen to the floor, her silent tears. Her claim that she didn’t blame him was only to give him a last shred of dignity. In

his gaze away, but the image of her tears burned into him like

women’s clothes

“All right.”