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He couldn’t stand this useless woman.
But tonight, she’d been drugged. She needed a man.
If she really wanted to kiss him, maybe he could… make an exception.
“Lily, you shameless woman. How thick is your skin?”
Her lips drew closer, and Simon’s pulse surged.
He sat upright, cold and gruff. “We’re still in the car. If you’re that desperate, wait until we’re inside-“
Then she cupped his face with both hands.
It was the first time a woman had ever touched him like that. His entire body tensed like stone.
It felt reckless to do anything in the car. But she seemed… urgent…
He was debating whether to give in or carry her inside when her hands suddenly slid away.
“You’re that weirdo Simon… Ugh, I really am starving…”
When people were pushed to the edge, their standards could fall frighteningly low.
But even with her sanity dangling by a thread, Lily didn’t want to do something she’d regret for the rest of her life.
There was a shallow pool in front of Simon’s villa.
Catching sight of it through the car window, Lily flung the door open, ran to it-and jumped in without hesitation!
“Lily!”
The air was freezing.
Simon watched, stunned, as Lily threw herself into the water just to cool down and stay sane-rather than touch him.
His face turned dark.
He’d actually thought she wanted to kiss him…
Was he really less appealing than a pool full of ice?
Let her drown!
Simon kept telling himself he didn’t care about this ungrateful woman. He just didn’t want a dead body showing up at his villa.
But after parking the car, he stormed toward the pool.
Lily had already crawled out of the water.
The temperature had dropped tonight, and the pool was freezing.
Earlier, she had felt like her entire body was ablaze.
The fire had spread like wildfire, threatening to reduce her to ashes.
But the icy water extinguished those flames little by little until they were nothing more than dying sparks -eventually snuffed out entirely.
Now that the burning had stopped, the cold set in.
She tried to pull her clothes tighter.
But too much had happened tonight. Her body had endured too much. She’d been drugged, thrown around, jumped out a window, and plunged into freezing water.
Dragging herself from the pool had drained every last ounce of her strength. Before she could even gather her clothes, she collapsed to the ground, completely still.
“Lily, are you trying to die?!”
Simon’s expression turned uglier as he saw that even after throwing herself into a freezing pool, she still refused to ask him for help.
His eyes brimmed with contempt.
Still, when she didn’t move at all, he grudgingly stepped forward and hauled her up with one arm.
“Call the private doctor.”
Seeing her soaked through, he frowned in disgust again, then turned to the waiting maids. “Get her changed. Now.”
After jumping from a window and into a freezing pool, even the strongest person would struggle.
Her right ankle had swollen into a red lump, and soon after, she developed a high fever.
When it spiked past 100?F, the doctor administered an IV drip immediately.
By the time Lily finished the treatment, it was almost 1 a.m.
Simon was in a foul mood all night. Every minute had been aggravating. He felt irritable, restless, and completely unable to sleep.
Standing stiffly by the bed, he remembered the doctor’s instructions-apply the ointment to her sprained ankle every half hour on the first day. Begrudgingly, he reached for her foot.
While the doctor had been treating her earlier, Simon had taken a call from his men.
Those thugs had been delivered to the police.
They claimed the man who hired them-wearing a black mask-was Simon.
But their description didn’t match his face or build.
Clearly, someone had impersonated him.
Unfortunately, the payment had been in cash. No wire transfer. No call records. Nothing traceable.
Because he’d taken the call on the balcony, he hadn’t seen what Lily’s feet looked like before.
Now, gripping her foot, he finally noticed: it was unbelievably small and pale.
She wasn’t short-at least 5’5″, maybe taller-but her foot looked like a size 36 at most.
Simon, used to his own size 44 feet, almost thought it was fake.
But the warmth and softness in his palm were real. He couldn’t deny it-some people really did have feet this delicate.
She wasn’t wearing nail polish, but her nails were neat, smooth, and slightly pink under the white. Somehow adorable.
Her legs were beautiful too.
Long, slender, fair-like they’d been carved from the finest jade.
Which only made the swelling around her ankle look more jarring. He frowned instinctively at the sight.
“Hideous.”
“And John still chose to hurt Elsa over and over again because of you… He must be blind.”
He muttered with a scowl, then reluctantly dipped a cotton swab into the ointment and began applying it to her ankle.
The sting made her flinch, foot jerking in his hand.
The sudden motion snapped Simon out of his daze.
Only then did he realize-he was still holding her small, porcelain-white foot.
Their skin was practically pressed together. The contact set his nerves ablaze, heating his cheeks with a slow, creeping blush.
“Lily, don’t touch me! Stay away from me from now on!”
His voice exploded in anger-but it was panic more than anything.
Because it wasn’t her clinging to him.
It was him gripping her foot like a fool.
Simon’s expression turned stormy.
Like he’d been stung, he quickly let go and stormed into the bathroom to wash the ointment off his hands.
When he returned, he stood at the bedside again.
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