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His arms only tightened around her, like iron bars locking her into a prison she couldn’t escape.
“John, are you deaf? I said let me go!”
Feeling his grip only get stronger, Lily grew frantic. She stomped hard on his foot.
“You may have saved me tonight, but I’m not grateful. If you hadn’t stood by Elsa in front of Kendrick and the others-if you hadn’t repeatedly humiliated me-those scumbags wouldn’t have dared treat me this way!”
“You chose Elsa; you have no right to cling to me. Stop messing with my life. Let me go!”
“I never chose Lizzy.”
John still made no move to release her.
His arms held her tighter, like he could fuse her to him and never let her go.
Just thinking about how close she came to being assaulted by Kendrick and the others made his rage spiral into madness; the fear of losing her consumed him, he couldn’t let go.
His voice softened for the first time; he coaxed gently, “I told you, I only took care of Lizzy because I felt sorry for her.”
“She’s seriously ill-she doesn’t have much time left. I just wanted to stay with her until the enf, there’s nothing romantic between us.”
Lily thought he was truly something else. Always able to crack a joke that made me laugh, even when I didn’t want to. No romantic feelings? No romantic feelings, yet he dropped 50 million dollars just to make Elsa smile? No romantic feelings, yet he blanketed an entire mountaintop in red roses and watched a meteor shower with her? No romantic feelings, yet he traveled the world by her side, doing every intimate thing imaginable? No romantic feelings…
His words were so absurd, so ridiculous, Lily didn’t even have the energy to argue.
She simply shut her eyes, weary and exasperated. “Sure. I believe there’s nothing romantic between you and Elsa. Even if you two sleep together, I’m sure it’s just a pure and innocent talk. I believe you. Now that you’ve made your point, ex-boyfriend, would you mind letting go of me? I’ve said this before, an ex should act like they’re dead, no contact, no disturbance. John, every time you pop up like a zombie, it seriously wears me out.”
“Lily, how long are you planning to keep this up?”
John had meant to calm her down; but every time she said er or former boyfriend, it cut like a knife. He couldn’t stay soft with her.
His voice turned colder, laced with frustration and helplessness. “I’ve already told you-I don’t agree to this breakup. You’re mine. I’d rather die than let you go. You keep making a scene like this… it’s exhausting. Stop fighting. We’re going home.”
With that, he scooped her up into his arms, intending to carry her back to their place.
Lily used to love that apartment. She considered it their home; her safe haven.
After Mathilda returned and she was thrown out of the Ginger family-slandered and bullied by everyone there-John wasn’t just her love; he’d felt like family.
She’d wanted to stay by his side for life. But he wasn’t worthy.
He’d already brought Elsa into that home-and had done all kinds of intimate things with her on the children’s study desk. That place-how could it still be her home?
Her emotions surged all at once. She struggled violently, trying to break free of his arms.
“Lily, stop it!”
Seeing her kick and fight, her whole body radiating rejection, John’s face went cold. He was about to bark another warning when he met her gaze-those bright eyes filled now with nothing but caution and disgust.
He never thought she’d look at him like that.
That loathing in her eyes stabbed straight through him.
As if trying to prove she’d never leave him, he suddenly cradled the back of her head-and kissed her like a starving animal.
Lily hadn’t expected him to kiss her; the rage hit her like a tidal wave,
She raised her hand, about to slap him across the face.
But he turned swiftly, shoving her against the wall with force.
Then he pinned her wrists above her head, giving her no room to fight back.
“You psycho!”
Lily bit him, cursed him, thrashed in his grip.
But the more she resisted, the more unhinged he became. It was as if he was using this kiss-violent, full of bloodlust-to prove she still belonged to him; that she could never escape.
“John, get off me! You have no right to touch me like this! You’re an ex, a cheating, filthy cucumber-who the heck do you think you are? Elsa is your woman! If you want to lose it, go lose it with her!”
He deepened the kiss suddenly; his strong hands seemed to want to crush her into his body, and for a moment, she couldn’t even get a single word out.
“Lizzy’s not my woman!”
John hated hearing her call him an ex, and even more when she called him a filthy cucumber.
His voice stayed low and firm as he tried to explain, “I never touched Lizzy. Lily, I’m your boyfriend. I only want to marry you. How could I ever sleep with someone else?”
Lily thought he was spinning another joke. He only wanted to marry me? Then what the heck was that wedding with Elsa, some kind of ghost marriage? He never touched Elsa? Then who was the man I saw kissing her on that children’s desk under the starlight? A stray dog?
But he was kissing her like a man possessed, stealing her breath with every passing second; she still couldn’t say a word.
When she felt his hand sliding toward her collar, panic and fury surged up-she was ready to bite him to death, to go down with him if she had to-
And then she heard Elsa’s voice, thick with tears.
“John… what are you doing?”
John froze; he hadn’t expected to be interrupted right now. His body went rigid, his expression turning stone-cold.
Lily exhaled a long, deep breath.
Taking advantage of his hesitation, she mustered all her strength, shoved him aside, and quickly stepped away-putting as much distance between them as she could.
Elsa’s eyes landed on Lily’s clearly swollen lips; her face went pale, like it had been coated in ash.
A moment later, a crushing wave of hatred swallowed her whole.
After she returned to the country, she had taken the initiative to kiss John.
But every time she kissed him, he seemed distracted. And when he snapped out of it, he would. immediately pull away from her.
He had never kissed her with such passion or madness.
Lily was just an imposter cast out by the Ginger family, a pitiful, cheap little lapdog. How could she be worthy of his kiss? Elsa wanted to claw that disgusting face of Lily’s apart.
But she had always been proud. She refused to lose her composure in public. Instead, she lifted her chin stubbornly, like a proud red rose, tears silently rolling down her face.
“John, you said you’d stay with me until the end. I don’t have much time left. My last wish is to be with you. I thought in these final days of my life, it would be just the two of us. But now it seems, I’m the most unnecessary one here.”
As she spoke, Elsa shut her eyes in pain, utterly shattered.
John’s brow furrowed deeply.
He truly hadn’t expected Elsa to follow him here. He had indeed promised her that he would be by her side until the very end.
To spare her any regrets, he was willing to spend time watching meteor showers with her, to travel the world by her side.
But he had also told her-he had a girlfriend. He couldn’t break up with Lily.
Elsa’s words crossed a line.
And beyond that, he was starting to realize-his issues with Lily might be more serious than he thought.
He didn’t want to keep hearing Lily call him her ex-boyfriend. Tonight, he just wanted to settle things with her.
Still, he spoke gently to Elsa, “Lizzy, I promised I’d take care of you, and I meant it. Go on home first. I’ll come to see you tomorrow.”
Elsa’s beautiful face was etched with even deeper sorrow and pain.
She slowly opened her eyes; a mist instantly welled up in her lovely gaze. “John, there’s a thunderstorm tonight. You know I’m terrified of thunder. Can’t you stay with me tonight?”
John knew she was truly afraid of storms.
Just a few days ago, they had been traveling together. That night, the wind howled and rain poured, lightning flashing across the sky-she had cowered in the corner, helpless and fragile.
A flicker of hesitation flashed quickly through his dark eyes.
Catching that struggle in his gaze, Elsa knew-tonight, she wouldn’t lose to Lily.
She cleverly chose to retreat in order to advance. “I’m dying, and I have so little time left. I’ve gotten greedy, always wanting more time with you. I treasure every second we spend together. But I don’t want to make things hard for you. I’ll be okay tonight.”
Eyes rimmed red, she turned and stumbled out of the private room.
Just as she reached the doorway, she seemed to twist her ankle. Her body tilted-and she crumpled weakly to the floor.
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