The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 434 A Fevered Confession

Chapter 434 A Fevered Confession

Lily’s mind exploded:

She had always believed he could only accept men.

It had never occurred to her that the only reason he’d once said that was because he had been certain she

was one.

She had never dared imagine that he hadn’t truly disliked her at all–that whether she was Leila or Lily, he had cared for her both ways.

Warmth and sweetness spread through her chest. She pressed her face against his heart, listening to the strong, steady beat beneath her ear

“James, if I’d known you didn’t hate me that much, I would’ve been braver. I would’ve gone to you.”

Her time with John had left wounds too deep. She’d become cautious, afraid to open her heart, afraid to throw herself completely into an uncertain possibility–and she had nearly missed him entirely.

Feeling the heat radiating from his chest, she coaxed softly, “Will you take the medicine first?”

But he was lost in what he thought was only a dream, her words sliding right past him.

“Lily, I know you really like Jackson,” he murmured, his voice hoarse and aching. “I know he treats you well, that you’re happy with him. But I could treat you even better…. better than Jackson ever could… Lily, I don’t want to divorce you… I don’t want to…”

Her eyes reddened.

The truth was, she hadn’t wanted the divorce either.

he hadn’t pushed her away so

disgusted to the point of not wanting to see her again. She had never guessed he hadn’t

“James, Jackson and I…”

had begun as nothing more than

was truly the boy she had once treated as a younger brother, she’d regarded

never, ever felt anything

she could finish explaining, she felt a

slid down past her

she realize:

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the shock, she heard him whisper in agony, “Lily, why did you get rid of our child? Whey didn’t you want

laced with red, bloodshot from pain so deep it seemed

of red welled up, sweeping him into a

armor he’d worn shattered, exposing the

almost like a stranger—yet it

thick with emotion. “I didn’t… James, you

offered a half–threat, half–bargain. “If you drink it, I’ll stay

time, he seemed

as if terrified she’d disappear again, just like all

picked up the small bottle,

speak, but neither did he push her away or knock the bottle

the bottle

washed through her. “James, just sleep. Sweat it out, and