The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He (Lily and John) novel Chapter 649

He was undeniably handsome, radiating warmth that seemed almost otherworldly.

As he stood in the kitchen, deftly chopping vegetables and stirring pots, he moved gracefully through the swirling haze of smoke and steam that enveloped him. Outside, she lingered, her heart swelling as she watched him work, his expression tender and focused. The comforting aroma of cooking smoke wafted through the air, wrapping around her like a sweet embrace, a reminder of home that seeped deep into her heart.

It was a simple joy, yet profound—the realization that they were both alive, together again after such a painful separation.

The time apart had been agonizing, and now that they were reunited, no amount of intimacy seemed sufficient to bridge the chasm their absence had created.

Lily yearned to simply lose herself in the warmth of James’s presence, to bask in the closeness they had so desperately missed. However, a nagging worry tugged at her mind—the elders must have been beside themselves with worry following her accident. After they had shared a meal, she and James made their way back to the Luke family manor, a place that had been filled with warmth and laughter, now overshadowed by grief.

The memory of that fateful day when Lily was thrown from the cliff by the kidnappers haunted Grace. She had spent nearly every day since in a haze of tears, each drop shedding light on the depth of her despair.

Nancy, too, had been affected deeply; the joy of food had vanished, leaving her with a hollow feeling that made each meal a struggle. She had lost so much weight, her once vibrant spirit dimmed by the weight of sorrow.

Blanc, who had been on the yacht at the time, had witnessed a horror that would forever haunt him—the sight of a shark devouring a half-eaten corpse, a sight so gruesome and tragic that he instinctively believed it to be Lily’s. The thought of Nancy and Grace finding out filled him with dread, so he had chosen silence, hoping to shield them from the unbearable truth.

But Nancy, with her keen intuition, sensed the turmoil within Blanc. She could see the shadows of sorrow etched on his face, and with tears glistening in her eyes, she pressed him for answers until he could no longer hold back the truth.

That night had been a breaking point for Nancy. Overwhelmed with grief, she had a complete breakdown, yet her heart ached for Grace, who she feared would crumble under the weight of such devastating news. Thus, she chose to keep the truth hidden, to protect the fragile hope that still flickered in the elder woman’s heart.

When Lily finally returned home, the atmosphere had been filled with warmth and delicious meals, laughter echoing through the halls. But since her accident, a heavy cloud of gloom had settled over the Luke family. Each meal felt like a mere ritual of survival, devoid of joy or flavor.

After yet another tasteless breakfast, Grace couldn’t hold back the tears that threatened to spill over.

“Victor, Ivan, is there still no news about Lily?” she asked, her voice trembling with desperation.

Victor and Ivan exchanged a glance, their hearts heavy with the unspoken truth that lay between them. They both knew of the horrific fate that had befallen Lily, yet they dared not share it with Grace, fearing the devastation it would bring.

Ivan’s gaze faltered, but he forced a smile, trying to infuse some hope into the dark reality. “Grandma, please don’t worry. James is still out there searching. No news is good news. Maybe someone rescued her, and he’ll find her soon.”

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