The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He (Lily and John) novel Chapter 673

**TITLE: My Wife 673**
**CONTENT: The Broken-Hearted She and the Icy He**

**Chapter 673: The Sweetest Gift**

James felt an overwhelming urge to move, to break free from the confines of his own restraint. It was a desperate longing that clawed at him from the inside.

But then, the sharpness of her voice pierced through his thoughts, and he felt his heart melt like ice under the warm sun. He found himself wanting to dive headfirst into her boldness, to embrace the passion that simmered between them. With great effort, he forced himself to sit upright, attempting to embody the stoicism of a high monk, resolutely ignoring the seductive pull of the siren that was Lily, all the while pretending that his desire was nonexistent.

Lily had always adored James’s face, but today, witnessing him with his eyes closed, struggling to suppress the emotions that swirled within him, only deepened her infatuation. A playful smirk danced on her lips as she leaned closer, nipping at his bottom lip with a teasing bite. Her delicate fingers, soft as silk, drifted down to his collar, igniting a fire within him.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she lifted her hand and began to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time. Each small revelation unveiled the beautifully sculpted muscles beneath, the very form she cherished.

She playfully poked at his chest, as if she had uncovered a favorite toy. “James, your chest is so handsome,” she exclaimed, her voice laced with admiration.

A deep crimson blush crept across James’s cheeks, and he turned his head away, desperately trying to ignore the warmth flooding through him. He wanted to admonish her to behave, to keep her distance, yet a part of him yearned for her to draw closer. He remained rigid, determined to maintain the facade of a man impervious to the allure of female beauty.

Lily’s fingers continued their slow exploration, tracing down his chest, lingering on the definition of his eight-pack abs, and inching lower. “Husband, I love you. I really love you…” she whispered, her voice dripping with sincerity.

James had intended to listen quietly, allowing her to lead their intimate dance. But that single word—Husband—struck him like a match igniting a powder keg. In an instant, his carefully constructed walls of restraint crumbled to dust.

No longer could he pretend to be detached. He suddenly leaned down, his lips crashing onto hers with a fervor that spoke of desperation and longing. In that moment, enveloped in the warmth of his beloved wife, all notions of detachment faded away. They were merely two souls, entwined in a world of temptation, yearning for eternity and the sweet comfort of a shared life.

As James and Lily lost themselves in their tender intimacy, they remained blissfully unaware that James’s social media had erupted, sending shockwaves through their entire circle.

“Mom! Grandma! James posted!” Ivan’s voice rang out, a mix of excitement and disbelief.

Habitually scrolling through his Moments before bedtime, Ivan was accustomed to the silence that surrounded his brother’s online presence. James had always been the quiet one, never one to share his life with the world.

Yet tonight, the usually reticent James had broken his silence, and the post featured a candid moment of him passionately kissing Lily!

Ivan’s heart raced in disbelief. He sprang from his bed and dashed down to the living room, his mind racing with thoughts of what this could mean.

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