The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 483

Chapter 483 Jealous of a Puppy

James’s face darkened instantly, as black as soot.

Because when Jackson had pretended to be her fiancé, he had called himself her “little puppy.”

So in James’s mind, when Lily mumbled “puppy” in her sleep, she was calling for Jackson.

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Lily had told him before that she only saw Jackson as a younger brother, and James believed she cared for him.

But it was obvious Jackson’s feelings weren’t brotherly. And even if Lily truly thought of him as nothing more than family, hearing her call his name in her sleep made James feel like his chest was drowning in barrels of vinegar.

When he finished drying her hair, he set the blow dryer aside, his voice sour and tight. “Lily, I’m not Jackson.”

“Puppy…”

Lily didn’t hear a word.

In her dream, she was back in the Luke family estate, in the princess room Nancy had prepared for her, hugging her favorite plush dog.

She clutched James’s waist tighter, rubbing against him like she would with her stuffed toy, and lifted a hand to stroke what she thought was its furry head.

But she touched nothing.

How strange. She’d always been able to pat it before. Why not now?

Was her puppy being stingy, refusing to let her pet it?

She pouted in her sleep, grumbling, “Meanie…”

James’s face grew darker still, danger glinting in his eyes.

something–or someone. Did she still want to touch Jackson in

I’m not

sound bothered her. How could a plush toy make so much

this noisy “puppy’s” mouth

peace.

was feaching out for Jackson again. The

around his waist and

more. He stood at the window, trying to steady himself, but

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sourness didn’t ease.

He wasn’t Jackson. He wasn’t

needed her to remember

carrying him back

“Puppy…”

her cheeks in protest,

got to hold him

a little noisy and not nearly as soft as usual, hugging him gave her a

hand searched blindly,

was Jackson, James’s jealousy blazed out of control, burning

of her head, and

“Puppy…”

was still whispering Jackson’s name, and it only fueled James’s fire. His kiss grew deeper, fiercer, as if he could steal every breath from her and claim

grew restless. The burning intensity of his

“Puppy?”

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