The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 484 The Puppy Misunderstanding

Chapter 484 The Puppy Misunderstanding

Lily hated riddles. If something bothered her, she asked directly.

“James, Jack isn’t a puppy. What nonsense are you imagining?”

“He is the puppy!”

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Even with her in his arms, James’s mind was still drowning in jealousy, remembering the social media posts Jackson had made back when he was pretending to be her fiancé.

“He called himself your puppy back then. He even posted about it on purpose.”

Lily blinked, recalling the time before their divorce, when James had lost his temper after she’d murmured “puppy.”

So he’d thought, all this time, that the puppy she spoke of was Jackson?

This misunderstanding was massive.

Looking at the sulky man in front of her, she found him ridiculously childish.

But what could she do? Even when he was childish, she still adored him.

She didn’t have the heart to let him stew in doubt, so with a sigh of helpless fondness she explained, “The puppy isn’t Jackson. In the princess room Mom gave me back at the family estate, there’s a huge plush dog on the bed. When I lived there, I always slept holding it. That’s the ‘puppy‘ I was talking about. If you don’t believe me, when we go back, you can see for yourself. He’s soft and adorable–you’ll like him too.”

handsome face flushed crimson in an

imagined the “puppy” was

warmth that felt like spring

at ease, he still wanted to kiss

tighter, his lips brushing hers. “Lily, I want to kiss

misunderstanding, yet he still wanted a

Well, so be it.

all, kissing wasn’t a crime. And truthfully,

arms around his neck

from Lily, Adeline received a call from her mother, Hailey Lund–the woman who had given birth to her and raised her in that poor countryside

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her father, a man who valued sons and treated daughters as nothing. Since then,

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had picked it up, gently covered her, and held her hand,

day she left that village, when her mother had pressed a crumpled fifty-

saying she had a terminal illness and was in Capital City, begging to

“Mom…”

door opened, it wasn’t Hailey standing

greasy, leering middle–aged