Chapter <b>237 </b>The Forbidden Touch
Chapter 237 The Forbidden Touch
But no matter how hard she tried to think of a solution, nothing came to mind.
She hadn’t slept more than three hours the night before, and the cozy warmth of the tent–like it had its own built–in heater–lulled her into drowsiness. Before she knew it, she had fallen fast asleep.
“Le, the skewers and eggnt are ready. Come out and have a few.”
James called to her several times, but there was no response from inside the tent.
Grilled skewers weren’t nearly as good cold.
He took off his gloves and decided to go in and get her himself.
Lifting the p, he found her sound asleep, her peculiar little face rxed in slumber, looking softer than
ever.
Up close, her face looked even uglier–but for some strange reason, also more adorable.
Her eyshes were long, like little fans casting delicate shadows beneath her eyes.
Her nose was round, blunt, and clumsy–looking… yet it somehow added to her charm.
And her lips-
Those soft, pink lips were slightly pursed in sleep. Mesmerized, he reached out without thinking, letting the pad of his callused fingertip brush against them.
Softer than he’d imagined. Dangerously soft.
The kind of softness that made
man want to kiss her.
It was their first time meeting in person, and clearly, she wasn’t ready to ept him–not like that. He knew he shouldn’t overstep.
But her lips were so irresistibly plush, his fingertip felt glued to them. He couldn’t bring himself to pull
away.
In fact, not only did he not move away, his fingers pressed down slightly, coaxing her lips into an even fuller curve, like a ripe blossom blooming right beneath his touch.
His usually pale face flushed with color.
Lily was deep in a dream when she felt something tickling her lips. It itched.
Frowning in her sleep, she shifted slightly, but the itch persisted.
She figured a caterpir or some other bug hadnded on her mouth. Without thinking<b>, </b>she swatted at it.
Her eyes were still shut, and she missed James‘ handpletely–smacking him <b>across </b>the face <b>instead</b>.
“Le…”
<b>Chapter </b>237 The <b>Forbidden </b><b>Touch </b>
<b>James </b><b>froze</b>.
He hadn’t expected to get pped.
But <b>as </b>the <b>sting </b>settled in, he realized he probably deserved it.
Touching her lips without permission–what kind of creep did that make him?
Lily stirred at the sound of his voice.
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Her hazy mind started piecing together what had just happened. Whatever she’d hit hadn’t felt like <b>a </b><b>bug- </b>it had felt suspiciously like a human face.
Had she just pped James?
The idea jolted her awake. Her eyes flew open.
And there he was–his face incredibly close–and on his left cheek, a visible <b>red </b>mark.
<i>Oh </i><i>god</i><i>. </i><i>She </i><i>had </i><i>absolutely </i><i>smacked </i><i>him</i><i>. </i><i>Right </i>in <i>the </i><i>face</i>.
She’d hit John and Simon plenty of times before, and never felt an ounce of guilt. They deserved it.
But James? James had been nothing but kind to her. She felt like she’d justmitted <b>a </b>serious offense.
Like a guilty schoolgirl, she hung her head so low her chin nearly touched her chest.
She sat up, scooted away from him, and stammered in a tiny voice, “Elias, I… I didn’t mean to hit you just now. I thought something was on my lips. Like a bug or something. I didn’t know you were right there…”
“Mm.”
He gave a quiet response, clearly a little ufortable himself.
He didn’t bring it up again. Instead, his voice turned gentle.
“I grilled some skewers and eggnt. Try them and let me know what you think.”
He’d made eggnt?
Her favorite!
She hadn’t had time for breakfast that morning, and the thought of grilled eggnt had her mouth watering.
Her stomach growled in agreement–loudly and repeatedly.
He nced at her as the rumbles continued, and her face flushed deeper with each passing second.
He noticed the red creeping across her face and, oddly, found it… festive.
ck and red together. So ugly, and yet so cheerful.
His features softened further. He reached out and took her hand. “Let’s eat.”
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Ashton really had prepared everything. There was a nearby water line, and he’d even arranged for a makeshift sink so they could wash up.
James had already cleaned his hands beforeing to the tent. There was no greasy barbecue smell–just a light, clean scent of soap.
Holding her hand now, that subtle fragrance drifted into Lily’s nose<b>, </b>sweet and intoxicating. She didn’t even think to pull away.
By the time she snapped out of it, he’d already led her to the grill.
“Le, grilled eggnt.”
He lightly reheated a few skewers of eggnt, then ced them in her hands.
The smell alone was enough to make her dizzy with hunger.
She took a bite. The savory vor of cumin, roasted sesame, and sauce burst across her tongue.
It was so good, she almost bit her own tongue by ident.
She honestly hadn’t expected it–this cold, aloof CEO actually knew how to cook?
And he was good at it.
No exaggeration–if he set up a stall during the summer night market, he’d be making a killing.