The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 479 Cookies Too Late

Chapter 479 Cookies Too Late

Lily couldn’t help thinking back on all the misunderstandings she and James had once shared.

He thought she had feelings for someone else. She thought he couldn’t accept women at all.

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Tiptoeing around cach other, second–guessing every word–both of them had been so ridiculously

cautious.

Looking back on those foolish days, she laughed softly. “We really were stupid before. Luckily, we didn’t miss our chance with each other.”

“James, our family will always be together.”

“Yeah.”

His gaze followed her hand as it gently caressed her stomach, tenderness in his eyes so deep it was almost drowning.

More than anything, he wanted to kiss her.

But Ashton had already gone home, leaving him to drive. Kissing her behind the wheel would be reckless, and he forced himself to wait. The moment they were back in their own little home, he planned to make up for it–twice over.

“Lily!”

As his car turned onto the street where his villa was, John suddenly rushed out of nowhere and blocked the road.

The warmth drained from James’s eyes, replaced with a stormy darkness.

He couldn’t run him over, though he would’ve liked to. Scowling, he slammed the brakes.

her seat. Having someone appear out of nowhere in front of the car was

she saw it was John,

a bucket of slop–she would have gladly

“Get lost!”

don’t ever want to deal with you again. So

“Lily…”

he looked at her, pained and pleading. “Didn’t you say you liked cookies? I

she notice the

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could see them. And

before they broke up. She’d been sick with a high fever. The medicine hadn’t helped, and

Mandy had taken leave

the cookies she’d eaten as a child–simple ones, egg mixed with salt and fried into thin, crisp

night, her voice weak, asking if

What had he said?

she could make them herself, or order delivery. And then he accused her of

she hadn’t ordered delivery. She

only worsened, and after he hung up on her, she eventually lost

her rambling deliriously with fever and

night, she had desperately wanted both the cookies and to see

him to bring cookies after everything–it was like forcing medicine on someone who wasn’t sick. Bitter, useless,

back. “I burned my hand while making

I don’t want them

no