Chapter <b>201 </b><b>What </b>Should Be Forgotten
Chapter 201 What Should Be Forgotten
<b>“</b><b>I </b>won’t mix things up like that again. I’m really, really sorry.”
James didn’t say a word. He simply pressed his hand t against his chest.
He knew, with absolute certainty, that the one he wanted in this life–must be Le. Could only be <b>Le </b>
And yet, for some unfathomable reason, hearing Lily say she’d only kissed him because she mistook <b>him </b>for someone else–it made something deep in his chest ache. As if he were sick.
But they were about to get divorced.
He wouldpensate her for what happened tonight with a full set of emerald jewelry. It would serve both as an apology–and as a wedding gift for her and that old ssmate of hers.
Who she liked, who she wanted to be with, who she married–it didn’t matter.
And this strange difort in his chest? It didn’t matter either.
As James continued to sit in silence, Lily grew increasingly anxious.
She had just opened her mouth to speak again, hoping to ease the tension and maybe lighten the impact of her terrible mistake–when she suddenly noticed something.
Her hospital gown… was torn.
Had she ripped it herself while being all bold and shameless earlier?
Could she really be that strong?
But if she hadn’t torn it, there was only one other possibility–and she refused to believe that.
James hated her. There was no way he’d want to rip her clothes.
Her best guess was that after she’d grabbed him and kissed him, he’d fought to get away–so forcefully that the gown had been identally torn.
She understood. She really did.
When Lily lowered her gaze <i>to </i>look at her gown, James‘ eyes also fell upon her.
The loose, soft hospital gown had already been shredded in his hands just moments ago, fluttering like a butterfly as it fell apart.
Now, only tattered bits of fabric clung to her body, offering barely any coverage.
What little did remain hung like/wisps of gauze over undting hills–half–hidden, half–revealed–casting an ethereal, breathtaking glow over the entire scene.
Her skin was almost unnaturally pale.
She obviously hadn’t tied her hair up before sleeping.
Chapter <b>201 </b>What Should Be Forgotten
Her long ck hate spilled messily <b>over </b>her shoulders, reaching all the way to her waist. Then contrast of inky ck against such pale white created a dangerous allure.
She looked like some newly born forest spirit–pure and enticing–pulling at the strings of his heart.
Or perhaps a siren, freshly turned human, whose innocence and seduction blurred together frizzying
effect.
The hospital room’s window hadn’t been shutpletely.
Cool night air drifted in, stirring the curtains and bringing a light chill–but to James, it suddenly felt like the temperature in the room had skyrocketed.
His breath turned hot, his mouth dry.
Lily, having realized her indecent state, quickly yanked the nket over herself
James, too, turned his head sharply away, as if burned.
But the image–the stark white skin tangled in dark silk–yed in his mind like a cursed melody on loop
Everything else in the world faded into nothing. There was only that haunting contrast of ck and white, seared into his memory, gripping his heart with unforgiving strength.
It was inescapable. Unforgettable.
And it only made him hate himself more–for being weak, for losing control.
Lily, nowpletely wrapped in her nket, had also noticed something else–those marks near her corbone, spreading down her chest.
She didn’t want to admit it, but they looked an awful lot like… hickeys.
There were only two people in this room.
Those marks weren’t self–inflicted.
Which meant they had to be from James.
She’d already kissed him–wasn’t that enough of a nightmare for him? There was no way he’d kiss her back. He probably hated her more than ever now.
She figured the marks must’ve been idental–left behind during his struggle to escape her advances.
Feeling more humiliated than ever/she pulled the nket tighter around herself, wishing she could just crawl under the bed and grow a new, purer version of herself next spring.
Clearing her throat in a quiet, mouse–like voice, she whispered in shame, “What I did just now… really crossed the line. I seriously thought you were someone else. I’ve already forgotten everything that happened. James, you should forget it too.”
“Mm.”
Chapter 201 What Should <b>Be </b>Forgotten
<b>Her </b>long ck hair spilled messily over her shoulders, reaching all the way <b>to </b><b>her </b><b>waist</b><b>. </b><b>That </b><b>contrast </b>of inky <b>ck </b>against <b>such </b>pale white created a dangerous allure.
She looked like some newly born forest spirit–pure and enticing–pulling at the strings of his heart.
Or perhaps <b>a </b>siren, freshly turned human, whose innocence and seduction blurred <b>together </b><b>to </b><b>dizzying </b>effect.
The hospital room’s window hadn’t been shutpletely.
Cool night air drifted in, stirring the curtains and bringing a light chill–but to James, it suddenly <b>felt </b><b>like </b>the temperature in the room had skyrocketed.
His breath turned hot, his mouth dry.
Lily, having realized her indecent state, quickly yanked the nket over herself.
James, too, turned his head sharply away, as if burned.
But the image–the stark white skin tangled in dark silk–yed in his mind like a cursed melody on loop..
Everything else in the world faded into nothing. There was only that haunting contrast of ck and white, seared into his memory, gripping his heart with unforgiving strength.
It was inescapable. Unforgettable.
And it only made him hate himself more–for being weak, for losing control.
Lily, nowpletely wrapped in her nket, had also noticed something else–those marks near her corbone, spreading down her chest.
She didn’t want to admit it, but they looked an awful lot like… hickeys.
There were only two people in this room.
Those marks weren’t self–inflicted.
Which meant they had to be from James.
She’d already kissed him–wasn’t that enough of a nightmare for him? There was no way he’d kiss her back. He probably hated her more than ever now.
She figured the marks must’ve been idental–left behind during his struggle to escape her advances.
Feeling more humiliated than ever/she pulled the nket tighter around herself, wishing she could just crawl under the bed and grow a new, purer version of herself next spring.
Clearing her throat in a quiet, mouse–like voice, she whispered in shame, “What I did just now ally crossed the line. I seriously thought you were someone else, I’ve already forgotten everything happened. James, you should forget it too.”
“Mm.”
His voice was cold and detached, but his eyes were brimming with a flood of self–<b>disgust </b>and <b>pain</b>.
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<b>He </b>didn’t want <b>to </b><b>get </b>tangled up with Lily. Even <b>if </b>some <b>images </b>from <b>tonight </b><b>clung </b><b>to </b><b>his </b><b>mind </b>like <b>shadows</b>–he had no intention of ever revisiting them.
He couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.
But he had been raised to believe that if you made a mistake, you didn’t hide from it. You <b>faced </b><b>it</b><b>. </b><b>Took </b>responsibility.
After a long silence, he finally said stiffly, “Lily, the gown you’re wearing… I tore it. I also touched <b>you</b>. <b>Both </b>of us already have someone in our hearts. This marriage can’t continue–but I’llpensate <b>you</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
He paused, then continued in the same chilly tone. “You prefer emeralds, right? Or diamonds? Or bracelets like the one on your wrist? I have several sets of jewelry. I can give you one. Consider <b>it </b><b>a </b>wedding gift–for you and your ssmate.”
The jewelry he was referring to–there was no doubt <i>it </i>had been given to him by the <b>elders </b>of <b>his </b><b>family</b>. Gifts meant for his future wife.