The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He (Lily and John) novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117 The Breaking Point

Chapter 117 The Breaking Point

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His face was burning red…..

It might be a high fever, just like hers.

With that thought, Lily reached out to touch his forehead.

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Her fingertips accidentally brushed against his cheek, and the scorching heat made her hand tremble slightly.

Not just his forehead–his entire face was burning up. He really was feverish!

“James, how are you feeling? Are you uncomfortable? I’ll go get the thermometer, you-

Just as she withdrew her hand, ready to grab the thermometer, she suddenly felt a heavy weight crash down on her.

The man who had been slouched motionless on the couch flipped over in a flash, pinning her beneath him like a wild animal.

Something was definitely wrong.

He and Simon were cousins, sharing a similar look–especially those striking phoenix–shaped eyes.

But while Simon’s gaze held a roguish charm, like a young war general riding through ancient streets with fluttering red sleeves and pride in his step…

James’s eyes were entirely different. They were cold, restrained, noble to the bone. Regal and untouchable.

Yet now, those stunning eyes were fogged with a dazed haze, the corners tinged with blood–red.

Seeing his expression, Lily’s heart skipped a beat.

He’s not just sick. He must’ve eaten something strange.

And that meant she needed to step away. Fast.

She’d promised him there would be no physical contact. She didn’t want him thinking she was after his body or taking advantage of him while he was vulnerable.

While he was still disoriented, Lily quickly tried to squirm out from under him–just pretend nothing happened.

But the moment she moved, the red at the corners of his eyes deepened.

Bloodshot veins bloomed rapidly in his dark pupils, like a god unchained from his bindings, dragging her down into his madness.

The next second, he cupped the back of her head–and his impossibly perfect lips crashed down on hers. Their breath tangled. Lily’s eyes flew open in shock.

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She couldn’t believe it. James had actually kissed her out of nowhere!

“Leila…”

His low, hoarse voice snapped her out of her daze.

Leila?

That must be the name of the woman he loved.

He wasn’t in his right mind. He thought she was someone else.

The Luke family had been nothing but kind to her. If James had someone in his heart, she couldn’t repay kindness with betrayal–taking advantage of him when he was drugged or confused.

She knew if she ever touched someone she didn’t love in a moment of weakness, she’d regret it forever once she came to her senses.

And she didn’t want James to carry that same regret. She tried to push him off.

But he was tall, nearly six foot three, all lean muscle. No matter how she struggled, she couldn’t budge him.

So she turned her face aside to break the kiss and said firmly,

“James, you’ve got the wrong person. I’m not Leila.”

“When you wake up, you’ll regret doing this. Let me go!”

James felt like he was trapped in a fog, isolated from the world.

He couldn’t hear anything beyond the haze. He didn’t know what time it was. Couldn’t tell dream from reality.

Leila… she’d come to him in a dream again.

He couldn’t see her clearly through the mist. But he was certain–it was her.

His Leila.

He had longed for her for so long. If she was in his dream, how could he let her go?

This was a dream. He didn’t have to hold back. He could finally act on everything he’d kept buried.

“Hey…”

Seeing he still hadn’t let go, Lily tried to push him again and call out his name.

But before she could even get a word out, he cupped her head again–and this time, the kiss was deeper, hotter, more intense.

That earlier kiss had been clumsy, hesitant.

But now, it was full of possessiveness. It was impossible to dodge or resist. A storm of domination that

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devoured everything.

It burned. It conquered. And it stole Lily’s breath completely, leaving her unable to protest at all.

James clearly wasn’t experienced at kissing.

At first, it was awkward and even a bit painful.

But he learned fast. Within moments, he found a rhythm–bit by bit, stealing her breath, her space, her calm.

His kiss was heated yet fresh. And strangely, she didn’t hate it.

She truly liked the Luke family.

If he had never brought up divorce… if he’d said he was willing to live with her for the rest of their lives- even without love–maybe… she would’ve let herself get swept up in that kiss.

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ly to be her home forever.

But he wanted a divorce.

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She couldn’t trap him just because she liked his family. And she certainly couldn’t ruin whatever deep bond he had with the woman he truly loved.

“James…”

Lily clung to the edge of the couch, finally managing to find her voice again. “Please wake up. I’m not-

“Mmm…”

He suddenly deepened the kiss, swallowing her protests with relentless force.

“Leila… I missed you so much… so much…”

Gone was the usual cold detachment. His flawless face now overflowed with a warmth so tender it was almost blinding.

He clearly adored this “Leila.”

Lily was panicking.

But strength between men and women was never equal. He had one hand on her waist, and the other…

She couldn’t break free. And as his kisses grew more intense, her head was spinning, her resistance quickly slipping away.

Just when she thought her lips might be bruiséd beyond repair, he finally pulled away.

She took a long, trembling breath. It’s over, she thought. Please let him forget this ever happened. Maybe then I won’t feel so horribly guilty.

“James, you… you need to let me go, I…”

Lily’s voice faltered, her eyes losing focus in fear.

He still hadn’t let go. In fact, his lips were already moving from her lips down along her jaw.

Reverent, feverish, uninhibited.

Then came the tearing sound of fabric.

The color drained from Lily’s face.

Her legs tensed, her voice hoarse with panic.

“I’m really not Leila…”

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“I don’t know if someone set you up or you accidentally took something weird, but you’re not yourself right now. You think I’m the woman you love. When you come to, you’ll regret this.

“James, I… I can’t push you off. Please wake up. Stop this!”

The thought that James would wake up and assume she took advantage of him–along with what Grace, Nancy, and the rest of the Luke family would think–was enough to make her want to cry from sheer anxiety.

And yet his actions only grew more out of control…

At the breaking point, Lily’s voice cracked with a sob, “I’m Lily! I’m not that woman you love–Leila!”

“James, stop! If you don’t stop… you’ll regret it for the rest of your life!”

She’s not Leila…

Time seemed to freeze.

James’s tall, lean body stiffened instantly.

His eyes flicked to the gilded tea table nearby where a small folding fruit knife lay. In a flash, he grabbed it, flipped it open, and slashed his own arm.

The sharp pain snapped him back to reality.

This wasn’t a dream.

The girl beneath him–wasn’t Leila. It was Lily.

In a moment of feverish confusion, he had nearly crossed the line with her.

He would never forgive himself.

And now, he could finally see what she looked like.

Lying beneath him, Lily’s body trembled gently. There was hardly anything left covering her.

She looked like rippling spring water disturbed by wind.

Like melting cream–soft, unguarded.

Alluring in every way.

Her skin was almost translucent, like the first snow touched by dawn–pure, delicate, flawless.

But now, that pristine skin was marked with red streaks.

Marks he had left.

“Lily, stay away from me!”

Realizing he was still on top of her, James scrambled off, pale as a sheet, desperate to put distance between them.

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“Put your clothes on properly!”

“I…”

He’d been so wild just moments ago that Lily’s body still trembled.

Her mind was in chaos.

Afraid. Ashamed. Disoriented.

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Yes, it had been his strength that overwhelmed her. She couldn’t push him away. But she had been fully conscious through it all, and the Luke family had treated her so well.

She felt unbearably guilty.

She reached for something to cover herself.

But her bamboo fiber pajamas had been shredded beyond recognition–just a pile of scraps on the floor.

She could only sit up, grab the small throw blanket from the side of the couch, wrap it hastily around herself, and whisper,

“I’m sorry.”

The drug hadn’t fully worn off. James still felt burning hot. But he slashed his arm again, and the pain kept his mind clear.

The memory of their skin pressed together–his hand on her body–filled him with a violent disgust for himself.

He wanted to rip himself apart.

Still, he hadn’t blacked out.

Now that he had calmed down, he could see clearly–this chaos tonight… wasn’t her fault.

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