The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He (Lily and John) novel Chapter 639

639 A Glimmer of Hope

I think…

The memories of her time at the Ginger family home, the ones that had once seemed warm and happy, were becoming increasingly blurred.

Her entire being was now filled with endless grief and longing. She didn’t feel hungry, but she knew the babies inside her needed nourishment.

She just didn’t dare to eat anything Mergan offered.

She was terrified he would put something in the food to make her miscarry.

If that happened, she would lose the last part of James she had left.

“Lily, your body is still weak, so you can’t have anything too greasy. I can’t make those ribs you like, but how about I make you some fish soup?”

Seeing Lily’s unfocused stare, as if she were a soulless doll, Mergan felt a rare wave of helplessness.

He spoke gently, almost pleadingly, “Don’t ignore me… Can you just say something?”

“I want to go home.”

After a long wait, that was all Lily said.

Mergan was both anxious and angry, and he suddenly didn’t want to hear any more.

He stopped asking. He turned, left the room, and went downstairs to the kitchen to make her dinner.

The door shut heavily. Lily, like a lost child, curled up in the corner, her numbly, “I want to go home…”

She missed not only James, but also Nancy, Grace, and the others.

eyes

red, and repeated

Without even realizing it, she had long since come to see the Luke family as her true family.

She wanted to be with them, not kept like a pet by a madman.

Soon, Mergan returned with a bowl of fish soup.

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He was a fast learner.

Finished

Years ago, when he saw Bodger make Lily food that made her smile, he had asked the nanny to teach him how to cook.

His very first attempt had been surprisingly delicious.

Lily had eaten it happily, declaring that his cooking was the best in the world.

Seeing her pure, sweet smile, he had fallen in love with cooking.

Cooking for her.

His skills had only improved with age. It was no exaggeration to say his cooking now rivaled that of a top chef.

Even a simple fish soup became a fragrant, beautiful dish in his hands.

The chef in this villa felt ashamed just smelling the aroma.

Lily smelled it, too.

But because Mergan had made it, she didn’t find it fragrant. It only made her feel sick.

“Lily, drink the soup.”

“I won’t!”

Lily suddenly stood up, strode forward, and slammed the bowl from his hands.

Before he could react, she had bent down and snatched a shard of the broken porcelain from the floor.

“Mergan, I fainted last time because of the incense you had someone light, wasn’t it? I doubt you’ll keep me drugged like that forever. And as long as I’m conscious, I will not be your prisoner. Let me go!”

“Lily, stop this! Put that shard down!”

Seeing her try to harm herself again, Mergan’s pupils constricted.

He instinctively moved to grab the piece of porcelain she was pressing to her neck.

But he worried that approaching her would only agitate her further, that she would cut herself as she had last time, drawing blood.

He could only soften his tone, pleading, “James is dead. You won’t see him even if you leave.

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Lily, no one in this world will treat you better than I do. Stop making me angry. Stop making me sad. Please, put the shard down.”

“Let me go!”

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