The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 477 Broken Promises

In the past, if Elsa had stumbled toward him like this, Simon would have easily avoided her. But tonight, after one shocking blow to his beliefs after another, he felt as if his very soul had been torn away. He didn’t even register her sudden lunge until she was already in his arms.

The moment he realized it, instinct took over. His hands pushed her away with force, shoving her to the ground just to create distance.

“Simon, I’ll change, I promise. I’ll never hurt you or disappoint you again. Please don’t—ah…”

Elsa’s eyes widened in disbelief. Injured and weak as she was, she never imagined Simon would hurl her aside so ruthlessly.

“Lizzy, I-”

It was her own doing. Fate made the fall harsher: her temple struck the corner of the sink, and blood immediately spilled down her face.

Simon hadn’t meant it. He just couldn’t bear her touch, couldn’t stomach the closeness of her skin against his. But seeing her bleeding, his dark eyes filled with panic.

Still, even then, he refused to hold her himself and called for servants to lift her from the floor.

“I didn’t mean to push you. I just…”

couldn’t stand her scent, her embrace. The words hovered on his lips, but he swallowed them back–they were too cruel to

do this again. Once, you were the girl I trusted most, the sister of my heart. I’ll never refuse to help you if you truly need me. But from now on… not see

you want to cut me

let’s

“You swore you’d always be

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had sworn that once, long

was the warm, kind girl of his memories. But the sixteen years between then and now

lingered only on the blood trickling down her

pain, but she refused to go. What she wanted wasn’t treatment–it was for him to soften, to promise her something, anything. But his voice was colder than she had ever heard, and the elders were even less forgiving. At Zoey’s signal, the servants dragged Elsa away,

Grandma, Uncle, Aunt,” James said

studio, then wasted her strength in the fight with

her to stay the night, but remembering her grandson’s long–awaited confession, she relented. Young couples wanted to be close, after all. She squeezed Lily’s hand, frowning

softly, “her hands are sore. Roll a warm boiled egg over them when you’re

James answered, already

stroking Lily’s hand with