The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He (Lily and John) novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71 Fever Dreams and Misplaced Longing

He hadn’t expected to see Elsa there.

Truthfully, Wayne had never liked Elsa–especially after the way she had abandoned John during his darkest days.

But John still cared about her, so Wayne couldn’t just throw her out.

He steadied John, whose consciousness was slipping again, and addressed her with polite indifference. “Boss isn’t feeling well. I’m taking him to his room.”

“Ms. Elsa, it’s getting late. You should get some rest.”

The message was clear–Wayne wanted her to leave.

But John was ill, which to Elsa made this the perfect opportunity to get closer. She wasn’t going anywhere.

She grabbed John’s other arm and followed them upstairs.

The private doctor a

rrived soon after.

John had consumed far too much alcohol. It was too dangerous to give him fever medication, so the doctor opted for physical methods to bring his temperature down.

But John refused to cooperate.

He ripped the cooling patch from his forehead and shoved the doctor away. His voice was hoarse and cracked with longing. “Baby… I miss you so much… I want my wife…”

Wayne could only sigh.

He knew exactly who John meant by “wife.”

Lily.

And he couldn’t understand it–if John loved Lily this much, why did he always favor Elsa when he was sober? Why hurt Lily again and again?

Wayne peeled open a new patch and tried to reapply it, but before he could even touch John’s forehead, John shoved his hand away violently.

“Don’t touch me! I’m going to find my wife… It’s my birthday–I don’t believe she’d just abandon me today…”

“John…”

Elsa’s face turned dark with fury

She knew exactly who he meant. The last time John had gotten drunk, he’d done nothing but call Lily his wife.

And yet, when he was sober, he only ever called her by her full name–at most, a few lukewarm “Lily”s.

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Chapter 71 Fever Dreams and Misplaced Longing

Why was it that, only in his most vulnerable moments, he would cry out for her like this?

Right now, Elsa hated Lily more than anything.

But she wasn’t about to give up. She gently held John’s hand and coaxed him in a soft voice,

“John, I’m here.”

He froze at the sound.

Then, all of a sudden, he sat up and grabbed her tightly, pulling her into a crushing embrace.

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In the next second, he flipped and pinned her beneath him–domineering, full of feverish possessiveness.

“No more fighting, baby.”

John was always cool and distant, untouchable in the eyes of others.

Even with Lily, he rarely bowed his head.

But now, his fever had turned his mind to mush. The longing in his chest drowned out all rationality, all pride.

He just wanted to kiss her senseless–to take what he had been aching for.

His voice turned hoarse, laced with something like a child’s stubborn pleading. “You don’t want to make

up

with me… but it hurts. Baby, I don’t want to break up. I want to be with you forever. I want… to kiss you.”

And then he dove down, crashing his lips against Elsa’s painted red mouth like a starving beast.

Elsa, proud and aloof as she was, couldn’t stand being a replacement.

Humiliation surged in her heart.

But she also truly wanted something to happen between her and John.

Seeing Wayne and the doctor tactfully turn away, she took the chance–looped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with all the fervor she could muster.

“You’re not my wife!”

The doctor and Wayne hadn’t even left the room when John suddenly shoved Elsa off the bed.

He looked like a feral dog abandoned in a storm, eyes wild and lost. “I want my wife! Where is she?! Where are you hiding her?! Give her back to me!”

He scrambled off the bed, ready to storm out and look for Lily himself.

“Boss, you can’t go!”

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