The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 480 Too Late for Sorry

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John stood there as if his feet were nailed to the ground, refusing to move. James didn’t waste words–he stepped out of the car and kicked him hard, sending him sprawling to the side of the road.

With the path clear, James slid back behind the wheel and slammed his foot on the gas.

“Lily…”

The wooden food box tumbled from John’s hands, thudding against him as he lay on the pavement, face ashen, body limp.

Lily didn’t tell James to stop.

She simply watched as the car carried them farther away. John didn’t chase after them this time.

The pain in his eyes deepened, sharp as stars in a cold sky. Then, that pain twisted into something darker, something vicious.

She still wouldn’t come back to him.

But that was fine.

He already had reliable word—the true power behind the Midsummer Night organization was about to make a move against James.

That man wanted James destroyed, crippled if not killed, and he was willing to pay any price to make it happen.

There was no way James would be as lucky as last time.

“Lily,” John muttered through clenched teeth, “I’ll wait for you to beg me to marry you. You’re mine. In this life, in every life, you can only belong to me. Anyone who dares try to take you away from me… they’ll end up dead.”

“Lily…”

Lily felt cursed.

was finally done for the night, James’s car reached the gates of his villa and she saw

They’d been waiting.

through. But the three Ginger brothers had the

parked, they rushed forward and blocked the

rimmed red with grief and regret. James knew what they wanted.

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or to prompt their remorse. He had only wanted Mathilda to

“Get out!”

his voice sharp and

eyes fixed on

turned against you. But I saw the truth

up. I regret it so

his hands, voice breaking. “You were willing to risk your life. for me. When I was hanging by a thread, my so–called blood sister only thought of saving herself. She tossed me aside without hesitation. What good is blood when we grew up together? We were closer than real siblings, and yet, when Mathilda came back, I turned my back on you like I was

stayed silent for a long moment, his eyes locked on her stomach–still flat, but carrying

child.

stomach the idea of that child being

to return with him to the Ginger family. Once she was back, he could take care of the problem quietly. His medical

her belly, he finally spoke in a hoarse voice. “I shouldn’t have trusted only Mathilda’s side of the story. Thinking of how we treated you, how we hurt you–it tears me apart. From now on, I’ll protect you. You won’t

“Yes, come home.”