Chapter 355 I’m Not Blushing, You Are
Chapter 355 I’m Not Blushing, You Are
She was clearly exhausted, fast asleep in a daze. Though the heater in the car was running, her body <b>still </b>trembled from time to time, and her little face remained unnaturally pale.
Delicate and fragile, she stirred every protective instinct in him.
Looking at her like this, James felt his chest softenpletely.
There was no way he could let her go now.
His hands tightened slowly around the steering wheel. His always–cool eyes took on a rare, stubborn glint, one that refused to be reasoned with.
Let <i>her </i>think I’m <i>shameless </i><i>or </i><i>that </i><i>I </i><i>go </i><i>back </i><i>on </i>my <i>word</i><i>, </i><i>doesn’t </i><i>matter</i><i>. </i><i>I’m </i><i>just </i>not going to hand her over to <i>Jackson</i><i>! </i>When they arrived at the main house, he parked the car, then carried her straight to his bedroom.
After shutting the door firmly behind them, she finally stirred in his arms and blinked open her eyes in a sleepy haze.
Seeing the familiaryout around her, Lily thought she was dreaming. <b><i>Wasn’t </i></b><b><i>I </i></b><i>staying </i><i>in </i>that princess- <i>themed </i><i>room </i><i>Nancy </i><i>had </i><i>decorated </i><i>for me</i><i>? </i><i>Why </i><i>is </i><i>he </i><i>carrying </i><i>me </i><i>to </i><i>his </i><i>bedroom</i>?
She discreetly pinched herself. When she confirmed it wasn’t a dream, she quickly tried to wriggle out of his arms.
But he was <i>too </i>strong. He held her firmly.
Unable to free herself, she could only say, “James, why’d you bring me to your room? Just put me down, I can walk back to mine.”
“You’re sleeping here tonight. You got doused with several buckets of cold water. I’m worried you’ll spike <i>a </i>fever in the middle of the night.”
Worried she’d argue, he added, “I’ll sleep in the study.”
They were about to get divorced; of course, she wouldn’t want to stay in his
room.
But now that he’d said he’d be sleeping elsewhere–and made it clear he had no improper intentions–if she kept insisting on going back to her room, it’d seem overly dramatic. So she didn’t argue and simply nodded.
“You go take a shower. I’ll go downstairs and make you some chicken soup.”
<i>He’s </i><i>going </i><i>to </i><i>make </i><i>chicken </i><i>soup </i><i>for </i><i>me</i><i>.. </i>
Lily didn’t want to trouble him, but she kept wanting to sneeze, and her head felt fuz and heavy. She was worried she wasing down with something, so she nodded obediently.
Right after nodding, she suddenly remembered something important.
Her pajamas were in the other room.
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Although the two of them had stayed in this room together before, most of the time they’d <b>kept </b><b>to </b>themselves, no awkwardness. <i>But </i><i>she </i><i>couldn’t </i><i>very </i><i>well </ie out of the shower without <b><i>pajamas</i></b>, could she?
She was just about to say maybe she should go back to her room instead–if she got a fever, she could always get up and make soup herself–when his voice came again.
“I’ll go get your pajamas.”
Now that he’d said that, Lily couldn’t protest anymore. Like a well–behaved schoolgirl, she nodded <b>again</b>.
The water in the tub was warm and soothing; soaking in it felt especially good.
But she was far too tired tonight and didn’t stay in for long.
After sneezing twice more, she quickly dried off, slipped into her pajamas, and walked out of the bathroom.
Just as James walked in with the chicken soup, he saw her sitting neatly at the edge of his bed, legs tucked together.
She looked just like a little wife waiting for her husband <i>to </ie home.
Something stirred in him. He couldn’t help wanting to pull her into his arms.
But remembering she loved someone else, and was eager to get a divorce, he worried such a gesture would frighten her, so he forced the impulse down.
He hid the emotion in his eyes and said lightly, “Lily, drink this bowl of chicken soup.”
“Okay.”
Lily had seen James’s stunning face enough times to be used <i>to </i>it by now.
But watching him walk over carrying that bowl of soup, her heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.
James was always impably dressed in a suit, his demeanor cold and aloof–like a god on a mountaintop, untouchable and emotionless.
But tonight, his white shirt had gotten soaked with the ice water from earlier. It was wrinkled now from – her clinging to him. And with that steaming bowl of soup in his hands, he suddenly looked a little more
grounded, a little more human. The coldness was still there–but nowced with a subtle warmth.
He looked even better.
And even harder to resist.
She quietly took a deep breath, her heartbeat still unsteady. Her ears burned as she lifted the bowl of soup and took small, careful sips.
The chicken soup was warm but not scalding, it went straight
The chill in her body slowly began to fade.
to her core<b>. </b>
It felt like ever since she’d gotten tangled up with John, everything in her life had been cold. But <b>ever </b>since
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meeting James, her world had started to feel like spring.
Too bad… he was never meant to be hers.
As she drank the soup, James’s gaze unconsciously drifted to her face.
Her cheeks puffed out slightly with each sip, like a little hamster–it made his heart soften even more<i>. </i>
“Want me to get you another bowl?”
The first small bowl was nearly empty when he finally pulled his eyes away and asked.
“No, that’s okay.”
Seeing that he was still damp, she quickly added, “You should go take a shower. I… I’m gonna rest.”
When he saw her rest her hand on her still–t belly, looking like she was stuffed full, James decided not to offer another bowl.