The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He (Lily and John) novel Chapter 479

Chapter 479 Cookies Too Late

Chapter 479 Cookies Too Late

Lily couldn’t help thinking back on all the misunderstandings she and James had once shared.

He thought she had feelings for someone else. She thought he couldn’t accept women at all.

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Tiptoeing around cach other, second–guessing every word–both of them had been so ridiculously

cautious.

Looking back on those foolish days, she laughed softly. “We really were stupid before. Luckily, we didn’t miss our chance with each other.”

“James, our family will always be together.”

“Yeah.”

His gaze followed her hand as it gently caressed her stomach, tenderness in his eyes so deep it was almost drowning.

More than anything, he wanted to kiss her.

But Ashton had already gone home, leaving him to drive. Kissing her behind the wheel would be reckless, and he forced himself to wait. The moment they were back in their own little home, he planned to make up for it–twice over.

“Lily!”

As his car turned onto the street where his villa was, John suddenly rushed out of nowhere and blocked the road.

The warmth drained from James’s eyes, replaced with a stormy darkness.

He couldn’t run him over, though he would’ve liked to. Scowling, he slammed the brakes.

Lily jolted in her seat. Having someone appear out of nowhere in front of the car was terrifying.

When she saw it was John, her fear twisted instantly into fury.

If she’d had anything in her hands–like a bucket of slop–she would have gladly thrown it straight into his face,

“Get lost!”

Patting her chest to steady her breath, she snapped, “John, I told you–I don’t ever want to deal with you again. So do us all a favor and disappear!”

“Lily…”

John didn’t move. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at her, pained and pleading. “Didn’t you say you liked cookies? I made some myself. Won’t you try one?”

Only then did she notice the carved wooden box in his hands.

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His fingers were covered in blisters from the stove. He’d made sure she could see them. And seeing those burns dragged her back to a memory she would’ve preferred to bury.

It was just a few days before they broke up. She’d been sick with a high fever. The medicine hadn’t helped, and she’d been too weak to move, starving because she hadn’t eaten all day.

By coincidence, Mandy had taken leave at the time.

All she wanted in her fevered haze was the cookies she’d eaten as a child–simple ones, egg mixed with salt and fried into thin, crisp rounds.

She had called John that night, her voice weak, asking if he could come home and make her some.

What had he said?

He’d said Elsa wasn’t feeling well and needed him more. He told her if she wanted cookies, she could make them herself, or order delivery. And then he accused her of calling just to stir up trouble.

That night, she hadn’t ordered delivery. She hadn’t eaten at all.

Her fever had only worsened, and after he hung up on her, she eventually lost consciousness.

The next morning, Mandy returned to find her rambling deliriously with fever and immediately called an ambulance,

That night, she had desperately wanted both the cookies and to see him.

And now, for him to bring cookies after everything–it was like forcing medicine on someone who wasn’t sick. Bitter, useless, and nothing but annoying.

As the memory faded, his voice dragged her back. “I burned my hand while making them. It really hurt. Lily, won’t you just taste one?”

“John, I don’t want them anymore.”

Just like she no longer wanted him.

His face stiffened, pain flooding his eyes until it looked like he might shatter

But Lily’s gaze held no pity, no hesitation. Her voice was cool and sharp. “When I said I hated you, that you disgusted me, I wasn’t joking. I meant every word. If you had a shred of dignity left, you’d stop showing up to torment me.”

“Lily…”

John’s fingers trembled violently, the wooden box almost slipping from his grasp.

Like a broken record, he mumbled, “You said you wanted them…”

Yes, she had said that–monthy ago.

Back then she had been sick, starving, and craving those cookies from her childhood.

But tonight she was full, content. She didn’t even want water, let alone his belated offering.

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She had no patience left for him. “Get out of my sight. You’ll only make me sick, and I don’t want to throw up again.”

“Out!”

James knew exactly how miserable her morning sickness had been–retching until it seemed like she’d cough up her insides. He’d never allow John to be the cause of that suffering again.

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