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“James, you… you need to let me go, I…”
Lily’s voice faltered, her eyes losing focus in fear.
He still hadn’t let go. In fact, his lips were already moving from her lips down along her jaw.
Reverent, feverish, uninhibited.
Then came the tearing sound of fabric.
The color drained from Lily’s face.
Her legs tensed, her voice hoarse with panic.
“I’m really not Leila…”
“I don’t know if someone set you up or you accidentally took something weird, but you’re not yourself right now. You think I’m the woman you love. When you come to, you’ll regret this.
“James, I… I can’t push you off. Please wake up. Stop this!”
The thought that James would wake up and assume she took advantage of him-along with what Grace, Nancy, and the rest of the Luke family would think-was enough to make her want to cry from sheer anxiety.
And yet his actions only grew more out of control…
At the breaking point, Lily’s voice cracked with a sob, “I’m Lily! I’m not that woman you love-Leila!”
“James, stop! If you don’t stop… you’ll regret it for the rest of your life!”
She’s not Leila…
Time seemed to freeze.
James’s tall, lean body stiffened instantly.
His eyes flicked to the gilded tea table nearby where a small folding fruit knife lay. In a flash, he grabbed it, flipped it open, and slashed his own arm.
The sharp pain snapped him back to reality.
This wasn’t a dream.
The girl beneath him-wasn’t Leila. It was Lily.
In a moment of feverish confusion, he had nearly crossed the line with her.
He would never forgive himself.
And now, he could finally see what she looked like.
Lying beneath him, Lily’s body trembled gently. There was hardly anything left covering her.
She looked like rippling spring water disturbed by wind.
Like melting cream-soft, unguarded.
Alluring in every way.
Her skin was almost translucent, like the first snow touched by dawn-pure, delicate, flawless.
But now, that pristine skin was marked with red streaks.
Marks he had left.
“Lily, stay away from me!”
Realizing he was still on top of her, James scrambled off, pale as a sheet, desperate to put distance between them.
“Put your clothes on properly!”
“I…”
He’d been so wild just moments ago that Lily’s body still trembled.
Her mind was in chaos.
Afraid. Ashamed. Disoriented.
Yes, it had been his strength that overwhelmed her. She couldn’t push him away. But she had been fully conscious through it all, and the Luke family had treated her so well.
She felt unbearably guilty.
She reached for something to cover herself.
But her bamboo fiber pajamas had been shredded beyond recognition-just a pile of scraps on the floor.
She could only sit up, grab the small throw blanket from the side of the couch, wrap it hastily around herself, and whisper,
“I’m sorry.”
The drug hadn’t fully worn off. James still felt burning hot. But he slashed his arm again, and the pain kept his mind clear.
The memory of their skin pressed together-his hand on her body-filled him with a violent disgust for himself.
He wanted to rip himself apart.
Still, he hadn’t blacked out.
Now that he had calmed down, he could see clearly-this chaos tonight… wasn’t her fault.
Tonight, it was he who had force her beneath him against her will. He who had kissed her without permission. He who had torn apart her clothes. He whose hands had wandered… nearly crossing the line.
She had tried-desperately-to push him away. She’d called his name, tried to wake him.
But he had been too far gone, his strength too overwhelming. Her struggle had been completely powerless.
If tonight wasn’t her fault, then no matter how much he hated himself, he had no right to blame her.
James shut his eyes in agony. It was lop time before he rasped out,
“Lily, I’m sorry.”
“Huh?”
Lily froze.
The coldness that radiated from him was so terrifying, she had thought he despised her-would throw her out of the Luke family, expose what happened to Grace and the others, and make sure no one would ever associate with her again.
She was used to being blamed, to being scolded at the first sign of trouble. Never did she expect him to apologize.
Still stunned, she heard his voice again-low and hoarse, thick with pain and disgust.
“Tonight, I went against your will and did something inexcusable to you. If you want to call the police, or need compensation, I’ll accept whatever you decide.”
Lily’s eyes widened in disbelief.
She never imagined James would suggest calling the police on himself.
The Luke family had treated her so well. And he hadn’t done it on purpose. There was no way she could report him.
Clutching the small blanket tighter around herself, she said quickly,
“I won’t call the police, and I don’t need any compensation. Let’s just forget it ever happened. Pretend nothing happened. James… I actually feel like I owe you an apology. You have someone you love, but my presence here must’ve hurt your relationship. Don’t worry, I won’t use this as leverage to cling to you. I’ll go through with the divorce. In six months, we’ll end things.”
Six months…
James felt more than ever that six months was far too long.
He usually had excellent self-control.
Even before falling into a coma, someone had once tried to drug him. But even then, he hadn’t hesitated to shove the woman away.
Yet tonight-with Lily-he had completely lost control.
He wasn’t the type of man who toyed with feelings, and he didn’t understand what was wrong with him. Every time he got close to Lily, he would somehow start thinking of Leila-his body acting or its own.
Living under the same roof with Lily, he was afraid of crossing the line again. Afraid of betraying Leila.
He couldn’t wait.