Chapter 214 Trapped in the Wings.
She had rehearsed on stage for three full hours–and he had <b>sat </b>there the entire time, watching and listening for three full hours.
While she sang of heartbreak <b>and </b>partings, he sat in the dark, utterly spellbound.
Lily had beenpletely immersed in rehearsal and hadn’t noticed Simon in the audience at all. When they wrapped up, she headed backstage toward the private dressing rooms reserved for performers
Just as she reached the <b>hallway</b>, a hand suddenly mped down hard on her wrist.
Startled, she turned around–and found Simon gripping her tightly, his eyes dark and turbulent, like storm clouds churning over the sea.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Thest time she saw him in the hospital, he had nearly snapped her neck.
What was he nning this time?
Wary and on edge, she stared at him, fully alert. She couldn’t help but suspect he might resort to anything just to force her into epting a settlement.
“Let go! Simon, what the hell do you want?” she snapped
Simon didn’t answer. His eyes, ink–ck and <b>lost </b>in fog, were filled with something haunted, almost crazed.
His voice came out hoarse, strained, like he was trying to pierce through a dream but didn’t want to shatter the illusion.
“Lily… who are <b>you</b>, really?”
What?
Lily froze,pletely thrown by the question.
After all the times they’d shed, was he seriously asking
who she was?
Was he pretending to have amnesia, or had he finally lost his mind?
His question made no sense. <b>And </b>his grip hurt. He was squeezing her wrist so tightly it throbbed with pain. Coupled with how much she loathed him already, there was no way she was about to y nice.
She yanked her arm, but his grip didn’t budge. Her voice turned icy.
“I said let go! Simon, if you’ve lost your damn mind, call emergency services and get help–or better yet, get a brain transnt. I can’t stand you. I hate seeing you. I hate being hurt by you for no reason. Let me go and get the hell out of my sight!”
Simon still stood frozen./
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Like his soul hadn’t quite caught up with his <b>body</b>.
“Let Go
When brute strength failed, Lily sank her teeth into his hand–hard.
He flinched in pain, finally snapping out of his daze.
The jolt of pain seemed to drag his mind back into focus.
What the hell had just happened to him?
He must’ve been out of his damn mind.
Elsa had told him about their childhood. She could recall their shared memories<b>. </b>The jade pendant he’d given her was around her neck.
There was no doubt in his mind–Elsa was his Lizzy.
So how could he have possibly doubted that?
How could he have even entertained the idea that Lily might be the one who pulled <b>him </b>through his darkest hour?
The more he though about it, the more furious he became–at himself.
He suddenly flung her away, hard. “You’re not her! Stay the hell away from me!”
“Psycho.”
He’d grabbed her out of nowhere. Now he was tossing her aside with no warning. If she hadn’t caught the door handle, she would’ve crashed to the ground.
She knew if it came to a real fight, ten of her wouldn’t be a match for Simon.
But she hated losing. Hated being insulted. Hated being hurt for no reason.
She straightened up, voice cold and <b>sharp</b>. “Simon, I don’t know what kind of fit you’re throwing tonight, but I’m sick of you. Take your precious Elsa and vanish. Hell, maybe you and John should just stay locked
up
with her forever. <b>You </b>want a two–on–one rtionship? Go for it. But leave me the hell alone. I’m so tired of your drama,
Two–on–one<b>? </b>
Did she seriously just suggest that he and <b>John </b>should <b>share </b>Elsa?
What kind of messed–up taste was that?
He only saw Elsa as a little sister. There wasn’t a shred of romantic interest between them. How could she even say something like that?
His disgust with Lily only deepened.
He shot her a warning re and didn’t say another word. Then he spun around and stormed off, radiating
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cold fury.
Once he disappeared down the <b>hallway</b>. Lily finally ler our a long breath.
She’d been genuinely afraid he might hit her. Now that he was gone, the tension left her body like air from <b>a </b>balloon.
It was already past ten at night. She had to meet with James tomorrow as Le and would need to do her makeup early in the morning. She didn’t want to waste another second, so she quickly headed to the dressing room to change.
Her regr clothes were still in the <b>wardrobe </b>inside.
She stepped into the dressing room, reached for the door to shut it behind her, and started unfastening the wide–sleeved opera costume–when she heard the click of a lock.
Her heart sank.
She lunged for the doorknob and twisted hard.
It wouldn’t budge.
Whoever was outside had locked it from the hallway.
“Who’s out there? Sinton, is that you?!”
She <b>had </b>always thought Simon was a lunatic.
But if he wanted to teach her a lesson, he’d do it in the open–not in some sneaky, underhanded way like this<b>. </b>
Her instincts screamed that this wasn’t Simon.
It had to be Wendy and her daughter.
They were trying to trap her. Force her into a corner. Use something against her to make her agree to settle.
<b>And </b>right now, there was a very real chance someone was waiting for her inside this room.
Someone they had sent.