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A Quiet Line Crossed

A Quiet Line Crossed

After a moment's pause, James added blandly, “When you're with that old classmate of yours, make sure you

don’t let yourself get taken advantage of”

The second she heard him mention that so-called old classmate-who didn’t even exist-Lily’s heart skipped a

beat.

She figured he probably just wanted her and that imaginary guy to get together as soon as possible. That way.

Henry might finally approve the divorce, and James would be free.

He'd already done so much for her tonight. She definitely owed him a bit of reassurance. Without missing a beat,

she said, “Don’t worry, we're doing great. We're really in love. He's such a good person-kind and caring. | feel

really happy when I'm with him. Honestly... we might even get married after we finalize the divorce. And when

that happens, you're invited.”

She turned toward the front seat and tacked on, out of politeness, “You too, Ashton. You'll both have to cto

the wedding.”

“Mm.”

James knew Lily had been getting along well with her supposed old classmate, but he hadn't expected things to

have progressed to the point of marriage.

He'd been wishing she’d settle down quickly with someone else.

But for sreason, hearing her say it aloud didn’t bring the relief he'd expected.

Instead, a strange discomfort stirred inside him. And, just like that, he didn’t feel like talking anymore.

He didn’t look at her again, simply turned his face toward the window and stared silently at the traffic streaming

by.

Ashton, meanwhile, was about ready to drop dead from the shock.

He and the boss were supposed to go to Madam’s wedding?

Wouldn't that be like personally attending the crowning ceremony of the man cuckolding his boss?

And the boss seemed kind of into it?

Ashton remembered what Henry had told him-about how the boss liked men.

Mr. Luke had given countless stern warnings, urging him to keep an eye on things and never let the boss get

caught up with any sketchy guy!

He probably hoped the boss could straighten out and live a peaceful life with Madam.

But the boss only wanted to toast at Madam’s wedding to another man.

And on top of that, the boss had asked Ashton to prep all the gear for a camping trip tomorrow-complete- with

barbecuing-with that other man..

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He'd already gotten the tent ready per the boss's Instructions. But he couldn't exactly follow around twenty-four

seven. What if the boss and the guy did stuff in the tent..

Ashton clutched the steering wheel with a grim expression, soul thoroughly crushed. What the hell was even

happening anymore?

After nearly half an hour in the car, Lily had mostly recovered. She didn’t want to trouble James by making him

carry her again.

The lighting in the car was dim, so she hadn't noticed his appearance. But once they were back inside the room,

she saw it clearly.

James’ usual crisp white shirt-always spotless-was now a total mess.

Her toes curled inside her slippers. She felt terrible. Her voice barely more than a whisper, she said. “James, I'm

so sorry... | got your shirt all dirty.”

She wanted to offer to pay him back.

But James was so wealthy that her little pocket change would mean nothing to him. In the end, she didn’t bring it

up and instead added. “I'll be more careful in the future. | won't mess up your clothes again. I'll also try to avoid

any physical contact.”

“Mm.”

James glanced down at his shirt.

Dust and tears had soaked into the fabric. It really was a mess.

Strangely, it didn’t bother him.

He'd had a mild cleanliness obsession since he was a child. He didn’t like people getting too close, and he

absolutely hated having his clothes dirtied.

But when Lily curled up in his arms, it hadn't felt unpleasant.

Her tears, mixed with dirt, had stained his shirt, but even that hadn't made him recoil.

What lingered in his mind instead was the memory of her tears falling, one after another, and how each one had

seemed to scald his chest. The ache still hadn’t gone away.

When he lifted his eyes again, he saw the red marks still visible on her neck.

His pupils constricted slightly. Then, cool and detached, he said, “Go shower and put smedicine-n afterward.

I'll use the guest bathroom.”

He grabbed a change of clothes and stepped out.

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Chapter 233 A Quiet Line Crossed

She didn’t know what he was planning, but she obeyed without question.

Quietly, she perched herself at the edge of the bed like a schoolkid on their best behavior.

Once she was seated, James walked over, still holding the porcelain bottle.

Her heart started to race uncontrollably.

She couldn't believe it-he was going to apply the medicine for her.

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The red marks on her neck-after just one night of applying this stuff-would fade by half.

He didn’t mention the lengths he’d gone through to get the ointment.

Without a word, he uncapped the bottle and began applying it gently to her skin.

Lily had already changed into her clean pajamas.

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