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How could she not be mad?
Unable to hug her cold jade anymore, she tried to find some other way to cool off. If not, she’d really burn alive.
Hearing her little whimpering sobs of frustration, James glanced up at the rearview mirror without thinking.
He hadn’t wanted to marry her. That was the truth.
But after spending time with her, he’d come to realize she wasn’t the shameless, irrational kind of woman he’d assumed she was.
He thought once he pushed her off, even if she was uncomfortable, she’d sit still in the back seat like a decent person.
He never imagined-she’d unzip the dress completely.
That red dress slipped loosely down to her waist, pooling around her like blooming red lotus petals cradling the first snow of winter.
That dazzling white gleamed in the low light, carrying a faint fragrance, and burned straight into his vision.
It wavered. It swayed. It blinded him.
“Lily!”
James’ voice was like a whipcrack. His expression turned deadly. “Put your clothes back on!”
But Lily couldn’t even understand what she was doing anymore. There was no way she’d follow orders.
Not only did she not pull her dress back up-she rolled up the hem lazily, and in a flash, two long, slender legs stretched out in front of him.
She looked like a clueless little temptress who’d fallen straight into the mortal world-using the most innocent face to commit the most maddening acts.
James’ face darkened several shades, like someone had just robbed him of a billion dollars.
His car had one-way tinted windows-he could see out, but no one could see in.
Still, he could see.
And what he saw now nearly drove him insane.
The air in the car felt suffocating.
But with her in this state, he couldn’t even crack a window.
Even blasting the air conditioning didn’t help.
Panicked, he tore his eyes away from the mirror. But even without looking, the image burned into his mind, searing him like a brand.
He couldn’t escape it.
He started silently reciting Bible verses he’d learned as a child.
But no matter how many times he repeated them, no peace came.
He wasn’t a monk. He was human. And his breath kept faltering.
Every second inside the car became a kind of torture.
He slammed the gas pedal, desperate to get her home as fast as possible.
Once home, she could go to the bedroom. He’d sleep in the study. They’d keep their distance. Stay out of each other’s way.
By the time they arrived, it was late. Everyone else at the Luke estate had gone to bed. The main house was silent.
She looked like she’d fallen asleep. Her long lashes cast soft shadows on her cheeks, her lips were rosy, and her face had a gentle flush.
She looked… calm. Innocent.
For a moment, James was stunned.
She looked so quiet like this, eyes closed.
But that dress barely covering her-she was anything but quiet.
There was no way he was going to carry her upstairs like this.
He shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and coldly ordered, “Lily. Fix your clothes. Go to your room.”
Lily wasn’t actually asleep-just resting her eyes.
His voice pulled her out of it. She opened her eyes slowly, confused and hazy, her beautiful peach blossom eyes dazed and unfocused.
She clearly didn’t understand what he meant.
James clenched his jaw, frustrated. “Put your clothes on.”
Finally, she reacted.
But she didn’t fix her clothes.
Instead, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around the back of his seat, like a siren rising from the sea, all soft sweetness and temptation.
“Kiss me once, and I’ll get dressed.”
James’ face turned stormy.
There was no way he was going to kiss her.
His heart belonged to Leila. That would never change.
He knew Lily wasn’t in her right mind. There was no point in reasoning with her. So he stopped wasting time.
Without a word, he opened the rear door, stripped off his suit jacket, and tightly wrapped it around her before lifting her with one arm.
Carrying her like this-one-armed-was more difficult than two.
But this way, he could minimize contact. And if that meant more effort on his part, so be it.
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The antidote still hadn’t arrived.
James knew that in situations like this, a cold shower could help clear someone’s head.
But he also remembered that she’d once fallen ill after being chilled, leaving her body vulnerable. He didn’t want to risk it.
So once the bathtub was filled with warm water, he threw her straight into the bathroom.
Originally, he’d planned to take her to the hospital-there was blood on her arm. But after her wild behavior in the car, he realized most of it had rubbed off, and that it wasn’t hers. She wasn’t actually injured.
That was the only reason he brought her home instead.
“Lily! Come take your medicine!”
Twenty minutes after he tossed her in the bath, his assistant finally delivered the antidote.
She should’ve finished by now. It was late, and he wanted to shower and rest too, so he decided to call her out.
He called her again and again-but got no response.
The silence was so unnatural, it filled him with dread.
She hadn’t… drowned, had she?
Not daring to waste another second, he shoved the bathroom door open and rushed inside.
There she was-eyes closed, slowly sliding deeper into the water. The level had already reached her chin. If he’d come in even a few minutes later, it would’ve submerged her completely.
And she didn’t seem to notice any of it.
“Lily! Get up!”
She continued lounging lazily in the tub, completely unbothered.
That was when James finally got a good look at her.
His suit jacket had been tossed carelessly onto the bathroom floor.
Her red dress? Floating in the bath like a crimson lotus in full bloom-drifting on the surface, swaying gently. But it didn’t conceal a single thing beneath.
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