Chapter 34 Lizzy Wins While I Mute the Volume
Lily would never leave him; of that, John was certain. But Elsa’s situation tonight was visibly dangerous- he couldn’t let her be harassed by predatory men.
He let go of Lily and warned her in a low voice, “Move back into the vi before tomorrow night. There’s a limit to how far you can push this; don’t take advantage just because I’ve spoiled you.”
Yvonne sent him another video.
In it, several men circled Elsa, leering with filthy grins as she stood there, pale and terrified.
When those men reached for the hem of her dress, he could no longer waste another second with Lily.
The elevator happened to arrive on the floor. He jabbed the button and stepped inside.
As the elevator doors slid shut, Lily gripped her torn clothes tightly, exhaling a long, shaky breath.
Then she remembered what he’d said–she let out a cold, bitterugh. <i>Taking </i><i>advantage </i><i>of </i><i>being </i><i>spoiled</i><i>… </i>
He’d given all his affection to Elsa; she’d never even tasted it, she had no idea where was the so–called spoiling.
Thankfully, even when he tried to get her back with half–hearted gestures, her heart had never wavered.
Hesitation <i>and </i><i>longing</i><i>, </i>that’s <i>the </i><i>road </i><i>to </i><i>ruin</i><i>. </i>She’d already given her love to the wrong man; she couldn’t let herself be dragged into the abyss again.
So even if her heart bled, she would walk forward step by step, across every thorn, never looking back…
Lily thought that after sleeping so much during the day, she’d be up all night with insomnia.
To her surprise, after scrolling through some news, she drifted off into a deep sleep.
She’d forgotten to silence her phone. In the middle of the night, she was jolted awake by a series of notifications.
Frowning, she reached for her phone and saw that Yvonne had sent her a barrage of messages.
At the top were two video files.
The first had clearly been recorded at the nightclub.
Bathed in red and green lights, John was caught on camera kicking the two men who had been harassing Elsa, one blow each, violent and precise.
Then he stepped forward and mmed her against a wall. The man who was always so cold and restrained now spoke with a rough, almost desperate rasp.
“Elsa, do you even know what kind of ce a bar is? You’re this sick, and you still dared toe out alone<b>? </b>How could you? Can’t you tell those creeps were drooling over you?”
“John, don’t touch me!”
Elsa shoved him hard, eyes rimmed with red.
Her sultry, almond–shaped eyes quickly filled with a misty sheen. Like a cold red rose suddenly cracking down the middle–proud yet fragile–it made her look heartbreakingly delicate.
“You promised me, you said you’d stay with me during thest days of my life. You can run to Lily; why can’t I be with someone else? You broke your promise, so I’ll break the rules too! Let go of me! I want to dance; I want to be happy with someone else!”
Elsa never got that chance.
Because John pulled her tightly into his arms, ovee with emotion.
Despite the background noise, Lily could clearly hear his voice–full of aching tenderness, “Lizzy, don’t do this to yourself. I’ll stay with you; always.”
The wind howled outside, whipping up the hem of Elsa’s scarlet dress; her expression matched it–bold, triumphant, basking in her victory.
She clung tightly to John’s chest, wrapped in romantic tension. Anyone who saw them would’ve called them a perfect match–meant to be.
The second video showed them back at the marital home.
John gently ced Elsa on a table. Elsa, still clinging to him like a delicate flower, whispered that her stomach hurt.
His expression was unreadable.
After a brief pause, he leaned down and carefully began to massage her abdomen.
Then she said her calf was cramping, so he knelt down again to rub her leg.
With Elsa, he never seemed to run out of patience.
Her eyes sparkled like a victorious general after battle.
She nced smugly at the camera; then suddenly, she leaned in and kissed John’s lips.
Just like that time in the office–John didn’t dodge.
Lily had no interest in watching them kiss.
She just stood there, staring at the table under Elsa.
Before Elsa came back to the country, Lily and John had already set a wedding date.
While renovating their home, the design manager suggested adding a children’s room beside the guest
bedroom.
John had the nursery done up in a sea of pink.
She’d once snuggled into his arms and teased him, asking why he picked pink. <i>What </i>if <i>we </i><i>have </i><i>a </i><i>son</i>?
He’d told her he wanted a daughter. A daughter just like her–kind and thoughtful.
Everything in that room had been chosen with care.
When it came time to pick a desk, they’d visited store after store–but John hadn’t been satisfied with any
of them.
Eventually, he spent over 40000 dors to custom–order a pink desk just for their future daughter.
Lily had been filled with joy, dreaming of their wedding, of a happy life with a child of their own.
She never imagined that once Elsa came back, everything would change.
Their wedding had been postponed over and over.
And the desk John had chosen for their little girl was now the very table he and Elsa used to flirt.