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Chapter 201 What Should Be Forgotten

Chapter 201 What Should Be Forgotten

“I won't mix things up like that again. I'm really, really sorry.”

James didn’t say a word. He simply pressed his hand flat against his chest.

He knew, with absolute certainty, that the one he wanted in this life-must be Leila. Could only be Leila

And yet, for sunfathomable reason, hearing Lily say she'd only kissed him because she mistook him for

someone else-it made something deep in his chest ache. As if he were sick.

But they were about to get divorced.

He would compensate her for what happened tonight with a full set of emerald jewelry. It would serve both as an

apology-and as a wedding gift for her and that old classmate of hers.

Who she liked, who she wanted to be with, who she married-it didn’t matter.

And this strange discomfort in his chest? It didn’t matter either.

As James continued to sit in silence, Lily grew increasingly anxious.

She had just opened her mouth to speak again, hoping to ease the tension and maybe lighten the impact of her

terrible mistake-when she suddenly noticed something.

Her hospital gown... was torn.

Had she ripped it herself while being all bold and shameless earlier?

Could she really be that strong?

But if she hadn't torn it, there was only one other possibility-and she refused to believe that.

James hated her. There was no way he’d want to rip her clothes.

Her best guess was that after she'd grabbed him and kissed him, he’d fought to get away-so forcefully that the

gown had been accidentally torn.

She understood. She really did.

When Lily lowered her gaze to look at her gown, James’ eyes also fell upon her.

The loose, soft hospital gown had already been shredded in his hands just moments ago, fluttering like a

butterfly as it fell apart.

Now, only tattered bits of fabric clung to her body, offering barely any coverage.

What little did remain hung like/wisps of gauze over undulating hills-half-hidden, half-revealed-casting an

ethereal, breathtaking glow over the entire scene.

Her skin was almost unnaturally pale.

She obviously hadn't tied her hair up before sleeping.

Chapter 201 What Should Be Forgotten

Her long black hate spilled messily over her shoulders, reaching all the way to her waist. Then contrast of inky

black against such pale white created a dangerous allure.

She looked like snewly born forest spirit-pure and enticing-pulling at the strings of his heart.

Or perhaps a siren, freshly turned human, whose innocence and seduction blurred together frizzying

effect.

The hospital room’s window hadn't been shut completely.

Cool night air drifted in, stirring the curtains and bringing a light chill-but to James, it suddenly felt like the

temperature in the room had skyrocketed.

His breath turned hot, his mouth dry.

Lily, having realized her indecent state, quickly yanked the blanket over herself

James, too, turned his head sharply away, as if burned.

But the image-the stark white skin tangled in dark silk-played in his mind like a cursed melody on loop

Everything else in the world faded into nothing. There was only that haunting contrast of black and white, seared

into his memory, gripping his heart with unforgiving strength.

It was inescapable. Unforgettable.

And it only made him hate himself more-for being weak, for losing control.

Lily, now completely wrapped in her blanket, had also noticed something else-those marks near her collarbone,

spreading down her chest.

She didn’t want to admit it, but they looked an awful lot like... hickeys.

There were only two people in this room.

Those marks weren't self-inflicted.

Which meant they had to be from James.

She'd already kissed him-wasn’t that enough of a nightmare for him? There was no way he'd kiss her back. He

probably hated her more than ever now.

She figured the marks must've been accidental-left behind during his struggle to escape her advances.

Feeling more humiliated than ever/she pulled the blanket tighter around herself, wishing she could just crawl

under the bed and grow a new, purer version of herself next spring.

Clearing her throat in a quiet, mouse-like voice, she whispered in shame, “What | did just now... really crossed

the line. | seriously thought you were someone else. I've already forgotten everything that happened. James, you

should forget it too.”

“Mm.”

Chapter 201 What Should Be Forgotten

Her long black hair spilled messily over her shoulders, reaching all the way to her waist. That contrast of inky

black against such pale white created a dangerous allure.

She looked like snewly born forest spirit-pure and enticing-pulling at the strings of his heart.

Or perhaps a siren, freshly turned human, whose innocence and seduction blurred together to dizzying effect.

The hospital room’s window hadn't been shut completely.

Cool night air drifted in, stirring the curtains and bringing a light chill-but to James, it suddenly felt like the

temperature in the room had skyrocketed.

His breath turned hot, his mouth dry.

Lily, having realized her indecent state, quickly yanked the blanket over herself.

James, too, turned his head sharply away, as if burned.

But the image-the stark white skin tangled in dark silk-played in his mind like a cursed melody on loop..

Everything else in the world faded into nothing. There was only that haunting contrast of black and white, seared

into his memory, gripping his heart with unforgiving strength.

It was inescapable. Unforgettable.

And it only made him hate himself more-for being weak, for losing control.

Lily, now completely wrapped in her blanket, had also noticed something else-those marks near her collarbone,

spreading down her chest.

She didn’t want to admit it, but they looked an awful lot like... hickeys.

There were only two people in this room.

Those marks weren't self-inflicted.

Which meant they had to be from James.

She'd already kissed him-wasn’t that enough of a nightmare for him? There was no way he’d kiss her back. He

probably hated her more than ever now.

She figured the marks must've been accidental-left behind during his struggle to escape her advances.

Feeling more humiliated than ever/she pulled the blanket tighter around herself, wishing she could just crawl

under the bed and grow a new, purer version of herself next spring.

Clearing her throat in a quiet,

mouse-like voice, she whispered in

shame, “What | did justhow Ay

crossediring| seriously thought

you were someone else, I've already

forgotten everything happened.

James, you should forget it too.” The

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“Mm.”

His voice was cold and detached, but his eyes were brimming with a flood of self-disgust and pain.

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He didn’t want to get tangled up with Lily. Even if simages from tonight clung to his mind like shadows-he

had no intention of ever revisiting them.

He couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.

But he had been raised to believe that if you made a mistake, you didn’t hide from it. You faced it. Took

responsibility.

After a long silence, he finally said

stiffly, “Lily, the gown you're weagng...

| tore it. | alsa tquafiédybu Both of

UB Alisa have someone in our

hearts. This marriage can't

continue—but I'll compensate you.”

He paused, then continued in the

schilly tone. “You prefer

emeralds, right? Or dtigmonds? or!

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bragglels RYH one on your wrist? |

have several sets of jewelry. | can

give you one. Consider it a wedding

gift—for you and your classmate.”

The jewelry he was referring to-there was no doubt it had been given to him by the elders of his family. Gifts

meant for his future wife.