The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He (Lily and John) novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241 Touch and Temptation

Chapter 241 Touch and Temptation

But her kiss–clumsy as it was–set him ablaze.

James didn’t dare move. Didn’t dare kiss her back. All he could do was silently recite meditation charts over and over again, reminding himself to act like a decent human being.

Lily, however, had no such intention of behaving.

In her muddled drunkenness, she vaguely remembered how nice James‘ chest looked.

And how nice it probably felt.

If she were sober, there was no way she’d even glance at it, let alone touch it. If she so much as bumped into him while his shirt was unbuttoned, she’d have scurried away like a startled rabbit.

But now?

Now she was fearless. Unfiltered. Unleashed.

She wanted what she wanted–and saw no reason to hold back.

Glancing at the elegant curve of his pale neck, she swallowed hard and reached out, grabbing the front of his shirt with both hands.

“Take it off! Show me your chest,” she barked at him. “Or I’ll bite you!”

What?

James froze.

No one had ever asked him to strip before–much less demanded to see his pecs.

He’d always thought that once he and Lily finalized their divorce, he’d go overseas with Leila and register their marriage. When that time came, they’d be honest with each other, completely transparent.

But this was their first time meeting in person.

And she was clearly drunk.

He really didn’t think it was appropriate to go shirtless in front of her.

His ears turned red as he cleared his throat awkwardly. “Leila… You’re drunk. You shouldn’t-

She was drunk, yes–but she could/still tell he was refusing.

Stingy man. He wouldn’t cooperate with her even a little.

Fine then–she’d help herself.

She shot him a glare full of drunken indignation and popped open the top three buttons of his shirt. As she worked, she mumbled under her breath, “Won’t even let me look at your chest… stingy bastard! 1

want to look, I want to touch–you can’t stop ine!”

And with that, she boldly reached out and gave his chest a firm squeeze.

James felt like his entire body had just gone up in flames.

He never imagined the girl who’d seemed so meck would turn around and manhandle him like this while drunk.

And even worse…

His body was reacting to it.

Shame crawled up his spine. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at her.

Clearing his throat again, he mumbled hoarsely, “Leila… don’t touch… don’t-”

She ignored him completely.

The more he protested, the more she doubled down.

His chest didn’t just look amazing–it felt amazing too. Firm, warm, and springy.

So satisfying

She was getting addicted.

Her hand wandered lower, and she began to resent his shirt. It was getting in the way.

Scrunching up her not–so–lovely face, she grumbled, “Elias, I want to see your abs.”

“I told you to take off your shirt. You won’t. What, are you too scared to show your abs? You’ve got them, but you won’t let anyone look… You’re so stingy. Those abs are wasted on you!”

“I…”

James really couldn’t.

He’d already stretched his self–control to the breaking point.

He was terrified that if he lost it completely, he’d scare her away for good.

“Stingy bastard,” she muttered under her breath. “Won’t even let me look. I don’t even care anymore. It’s not like you’re the only guy with abs! If I’d known you were this stingy, I should’ve just gone to a gigolo club instead! I’ve got money–1 can/tip them all I want. I–Leila will let you look!”

James knew it was all just drunken nonsense.

From their chats, he could tell she was the sweet and proper type. No way she’d actually go to some club and ogle male escorts.

But hearing those words still made his stomach twist in jealousy.

Before he realized what he was doing, his fingers were unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. Then, he grabbed

her hand and pressed it flat against his abs.

She let out a giggle.

It was ridiculous how happy she looked, running her hands over his chest and stomach like she’d just found buried treasure.

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