hapter 1421 Called Him What?
Chapter 142 I Called Him What?
“If you keep losing weight, you’re really going to turn into bones…”
Honestly, she <b>was </b>already skin and bones now.
But even if her mom turned into a skeleton, she would still love her the most
Still asleep, Lily smuggled even closer into James’s chest, clinging like a baby bird to its mother,
Skeleton…
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That muttered nonsense made James’s refined, handsome face turn pitch–ck–like someone had sshed ten buckets of ink over him.
He was a grown man. Did she expect him to be curvy <b>and </b><b>voluptuous</b>?
Completely unreasonable!
James didn’t want to hear another word of her babbling. Even more, he didn’t want any more physical contact with her.
Even if her dried tear tracks made him vaguely ufortable, he still coldly flicked her little hand off his chest.
Then, noticing her legs were still wrapped around him, he tried to pull those off too.
In her dream, Lily was happily cuddling in her mother’s arms. But when her mom suddenly tried to pull away, she <b>panicked</b>.
Desperate not to be left behind, she clung even tighter, using both arms and legs.
“Mom, don’t leave me…”
Her voice was <b>thick </b>with tears–scared and sorrowful.
A single drop of her tearsnded on his chest.
It burned, and for a moment, his <b>hand </b>froze mid–air.
Why is she always crying?
But she wasn’t someone he liked. She was the wife he couldn’t wait to get rid of. Her tears had nothing to do with him
He pushed down the dull <b>ache </b>in his chest <b>and </b>forcibly pried her arms from around him, his voice <b>sharp </b>and cold.
<b>“</b><b>Lily</b>, get off me! I’ll say it again–I’m <b>James</b>, <b>not </b>your mother!”
In the dream, Lily was trying desperately to hold her mother… but suddenly, her mother’s warm, gentle face morphed into James’s frozen, stone–cold re.
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Chapter 142 1 Called Him What?
She jolted violently, wide eyes snapping open in terror.
Then came James’s scathing voice, cold and sharp as ice
“Get off me! Don’t ever touch me again! I don’t want any physical contact with you!”
Seeing his face so close–his usual handsomeness covered in ayer of frost–Lily froze.
Did I just pin James on the bed!
So she’d mistaken him for her mother, and held him, clung to <b>him</b>, even said he was a skeleton?
This cursed mouth. And these cursed hands. Do I do anything besides cause disasters?
Still stunned by her shame and self–loathing, she heard James’s frigid voice again:
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Only then did she realize she was still wrapped around him like a ko.
And somehow–God help her–her hand had slipped under his shirt!
Her fingers twitched violently and identally grabbed a handful of his chest.
Firm. stic.
“Lily!”
James hadn’t expected <b>that </b>even after waking up, she’d still be touching him like that..
He practically hissed the words through clenched teeth: “Don’t <b>touch </b>me!”
“1”
Lily wanted to crawl under the bed and die.
She wanted to say it wasn’t on purpose.
But she figured she’d already offended him so badly, he wouldn’t believe it anyway.
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So, wisely, she shut her mouth, quickly yanked her hand out from under his shirt, and scrambled to get off the bed.
“Ah..”
Halfway down, she let out <b>a </b>quiet yelp of pain.
People always mess up <b>more </b>when they’re nervous.
She realized her hair was caught on something attached to him.
“Lily, get off me! Stay away from me!”
James hadn’t expected her to freeze halfway off the bed.
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Chapter 142 1 Called Him What?
He was about to shove her away when he suddenly felt her hand grab at the area under his belt–several
times
“?????”
<b>James </b>had always been known for hisposure and self–restraint, the very image of a gentleman. But right now, his expression was worse than a thundercloud.
“I’m sorry.”
Lily was too focused on untangling her hair to realize where her hands had just wandered.
But she knew James was angry—and it was clearly her fault–so she obediently apologized
“I just… I dreamed of my mom. I missed her so much. I didn’t mean to call <b>you </b>‘mom, or to hug you.
James said nothing, his face like stone.
She’d cried so hard earlier–helpless and pitiful, like a lost cub searching for its mother.
He knew she didn’t mean to call him “mom.”
But those handfuls of idental groping were much harder to ignore.
Still, he didn’t like arguing, so he didn’t bring up the “mom” thing again. He simply warned her coldly
“Don’t touch me. And get off my waist.”
“L”
Lily finally noticed her hair had gotten caught on his belt buckle.
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