The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He (Lily and John) novel Chapter 548

Chapter 548 The Kiss She Thought Was a Dream

Chapter 548 The Kiss She Thought Was a Dream

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Victor’s heart pounded wildly, his breath uneven, when her voice trembled against him. “I… I can go with you for surgery. Medicine is so advanced now–you’ll definitely go back from flat

to a 34D!”

Surgery?

His shirt hung open. Instinctively, his gaze dropped to his chest.

Like his elder brother, his frame was lean, but his muscle lines were sharp, his pecs and abs defined. For a man, that was plenty. Why on earth would he need surgery to become a 34D?

When she hugged him tighter and pressed her cheek against his bare chest, his whole body locked up like stone.

His hand hovered midair, trembling. For a fleeting moment, he wanted to wrap her in his arms and hold her close.

But reason clawed at him–distance, restraint.

He forced his hand behind his back, his voice low and strained. “Adeline, I’m Victor. We barely know each other. You shouldn’t be touching me like this.”

Adeline had secretly liked Victor for many years.

That name, hidden deep in her heart, still reached her through the haze of alcohol. Even in her muddled state, she heard it clearly.

The fog in her vision seemed to part. She lifted her face and finally saw his features clearly.

It really was him–the senior she had admired from afar.

She and her senior had always been like parallel lines, destined never to meet. How could she possibly be nestled against him like this?

Obviously, she was dreaming.

And since it was her dream, she didn’t have to suppress her feelings or hide her longing. She could indulge.

With fragile yet radiant joy, she clung to him tighter.

In her dream, she was in control.

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Chapter 548 The Kiss She Thought Was a Dream

Not satisfied with just an embrace, she shifted, straddling him directly.

“Adeline…”

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Victor’s back pressed against the seat, every muscle taut, as if trapped in a demon’s lair, clinging desperately to restraint.

He opened his mouth to tell her to get down, to remind her how improper this was–but before he could, her hands framed his face. Clumsy, unpracticed, but determined, she pressed her lips to his.

And he heard her whisper, “I like you!”

Senior?

So earlier she’d mistaken him for Lily, and .now she was calling him some other man.

Victor’s gender wasn’t that fluid, and he had no interest in being anyone’s stand–in. He turned his head stiffly to escape the kiss.

But she gave him no chance. Bold and insistent, she caught his mouth again.

“Adeline, you’ve got the wrong person.”

Normally, Victor’s strength was undeniable. He had carried her easily with one arm while phoning Lily earlier.

But now, with her soft, heated lips pressing insistently against his, he found himself powerless.

Her kiss was venomous, pinning him in place, luring him deeper.

“Hey…”

Her voice trembled with attachment, with love–love meant for another man.

Victor had never met her during his school years. There was no way he was the senior she thought he was.

Knowing her feelings, her devotion, were for someone else–knowing she was gazing through his face to see another man–something sharp and foreign clenched around his heart.

“You’re drunk. I’m not the senior you’re looking for.”

It felt as if his soul split in two.

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One side urged him to push her away, to reject being a substitute, to refuse taking advantage.

The other side… had already sunk.

When he came back to himself, his hand was already on the back of her head, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.

Adeline marveled at how vivid her dream felt.

Because in her mind, Victor couldn’t possibly be here tonight. If this wasn’t a dream, then what else could it be?

She had never imagined a kiss in a dream could feel like drowning. She rose and fell in a vast sea, and he was the only driftwood keeping her afloat.

The kiss was fierce, consuming, enough to frighten her. Yet his warmth, clean and sunlit, was irresistible. She chose to surrender to it fully in this dream.

She was always quiet, withdrawn–not from arrogance, but from shyness, from social fear.

If she were sober, face to face with Victor–the man she had cherished in secret–she would be frozen, tongue–tied.

But in her dream, there was no fear. No restraint.

Here, she could say aloud everything she usually kept locked inside.

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