Rex neither kisses nor touches her. Deliberately avoiding the area Lyndon just got his hands on, Rex
gives her a bite on the left chest.
He’s not being gentle, with his teeth sinking into her skin. Lily clearly feels that there’s a cut, on her
broken skin. It hurts. She cries out in pain, with tears burning behind her eyes.
Maybe it’s the ache of the cut, or maybe it’s her broken heart, that makes the tears finally roll down her
cheeks. The guttural sound from her weeping is growing, but her lips clamp tightly together, and her
body trembling with sobbing.
Rex tastes the blood, feeling the tremor of her body. His anger relents and he licks her wound in a
tender manner.
After a while, the wound stops bleeding. He looks up, his lips having a crimson tinge - her blood’s tinge.
He then asks, “Did it hurt?”
His voice is accompanied with a night wind, appearing impassive.
Lily doesn’t reply. She looks up into the dark night sky, suddenly feeling a chill, from down her spine,
from down her mind.
It upsets him that she doesn’t say anything. He demands, “Tell me. Did it hurt?”
“It did.” she turns her face away, shedding tears, spilling out the answer he wants. “Yes, it did hurt. Are
you satisfied now?”
Not at all.
It tears his heart apart.
But he can’t reveal his feelings. He hopes the pain would teach her a lesson and let her keep it in mind.
He could beat Lyndon up for her, regardless of any consequences. But in front of her, he still pretends
to be a villain.
“Hope you’ve learned your lesson. Don’t deal with something you are not capable to deal with,
especially when you are drunk in front of other men.” His words are like bullets, shooting into her heart,
although he says those out of concern.
Still, the biological pain is no match for the pain in her heart. She would never ask him for help if there’s
another way around, even with a slice of chance.
However, what’s done is done, regrets are simply meaningless. She has a last request.
Lily takes a deep breath, and says with a quivering voice, “I want to see my son.”
She’s always asking for her son.
Rex didn’t know that he would resent the words so much that it practically provokes him every time he
hears it.
He only cares about her son.
What else does she care besides the kid?
Have she ever cared about him when he hit Lyndon for her?
Rex loosens his grip on her wrist, smiling bleakly. There’re a million things he wants to tell her, yet he
couldn’t even open his mouth.
He only wants her to make the first move and stay with him. But when he saw Lyndon wrapped his
arms around her, when he put her in danger, he loathed himself for not being able to protect her.
A simple word of comfort will heal him; that’s the only thing he asks for. But she didn’t say anything.
Without Rex’s physical support, Lily nearly falls to the ground. She crouches down beside him, feeling
dizzy with nausea and chest distress, yet forcing herself not to make a sound.
He hasn’t replied to her request.
Lily’s waiting.
Sadly, the answer she wants never comes.
Rex hears a sound around the street corner, a familiar voice. Obviously, it’s Pehry and his guys.
He moves to plant himself in front of her, facing the street corner area. The glaring bright white
headlight blurs his sight, so he raises an arm in front of his eyes to block the light, as well as to conceal
a pink flush on his cheeks.
“Apart from the kid, when can you take me into your consideration?”
He then leaves.
He left after saying these words.
Lily wraps her arms around her knees, moisture filling up the eyes. Once the first tear breaks free, the
rest follows in an unbroken stream. After a while, her legs feel tingled; and her heart goes numb.
Streetlamps casting bleak pale light over her, she feels like her future is as bleak as the streetlight.
What exactly does he want her to do, and to say?
It seems no matter what she does or says, she could always upset him and every contact with him is
getting worst.
Does she do anything wrong?
For this long time, she asks for nothing but to lead a happy quiet life with her son, because she has
been through too much in the first half of her life.
Lily bites her arms in order to keep herself from crying out. She wish God could give her some mercy
and pity her.
…
At last, it’s Pehry’s guys that send her home, obviously under Rex’s directive since Pehry is never
some kind friend of hers.
Well, she is completely a mess now and it’s embarrassing to go back to Ryan’s apartment with this
terrible look. Ryan’s not coming home anyway; she decides to go to Abby’s place.
Clothes torn apart, hair scattered, Lily looks awful that Abby stiffens the moment she opens the door.
“Lily, what happened…”
“I’m fine.” Lily forces a smile. She threw her shoes in the trash bin downstairs before she knocked. So
right now, she is barefoot, exhausted, and messy. “Could I come in?”
Abby quickly moves aside to let her in, “Of course, come in here before you explain.”
With Abby’s permission, Lily sets foot in the apartment and shuts the door behind her, with a settled
heart.
Abby locks the door and ask her if she needs a shower, yet unexpectedly Lily collapses straight to the
floor the moment she turns around.
“Lily!” Abby shouts with fright and rapidly runs to Lily’s direction to catch her. But she is not powerful
enough to pull her up, the only option left is to slowly place her onto the floor.
Lily has passed out, looking like a mess. Abby is shocked, not knowing what happened to Lily. Then
she realizes she must do something and pinches Lily’s philtrum, hoping that would wake her up. “Lily,
wake up! You scare me!”
She shouts Lily’s name in her ear nonstop and frequently checks the sign of breathing in fear for her
losing vital signs.
It’s already midnight. Lily’s still unconscious, which worries Abby a big time. Just when Abby is about to
call an ambulance, Lily slowly opens her eyes.
Noticing her response, Abby goes and checks her at once, “How are you doing? You just passed out.
Do you feel good? I should call an ambulance right now…”
“I’m al…alright.” Lily uses the only strength left to stop Abby dialing the number. “I’m just too tired and a
bit drunk. I’ll be better after a rest. Could you help me to the bedroom?”
“How can you manage to sleep?” Abby concerns about her health. “Let’s go to see a doctor and have a
check-up. I’m worried.”
“I’m feeling good, really,” Lily says feebly. In fact, she was worn out on the way back, but she has
refrained from showing it. Her nerves were stretched to breaking point before going back, thus passing
out is simply a sign of her completely relaxing.
Thanks to the glass of wine Lyndon gave her, Lily is still experiencing dizziness and depressed chest.
“Please take me to the bed,” Lily insists.
Abby couldn’t really go against her will and she can’t leave Lily lying on the floor. So, at present the
task is to take her to the bedroom.
Lily feels a lot more relaxed the moment her body touches the soft sheet and bed. It’s so comfortable
that she even utters a moan, wishing she could sleep like this forever and never wake up.
Abby wipes Lily’s feet and gets her changed. Lily has already been asleep when Abby finishes doing all
the stuff.
“Lily?” Abby asks tentatively. No response.
Abby doesn’t want to leave Lily alone in the room, so she decides to take her quilt and sleep on the
couch beside Lily’s bed. It’s more convenient to look after Lily this way.
A night passes, with one sleeping on the bed and other on the couch.
Lily was sound asleep last night, while Abby barely slept. The next morning, Abby is the first getting up.
After preparing warm milk and slices of toasts as breakfast, she then goes to wake Lily from sleep.
She calls her by her name, but she’s still sleeping.
“Lily, it’s nine in the morning. Get up and have breakfast. You can go back to sleep after.”
No response. She’s still lying on bed with eyes closed.
Abby doesn’t rush to wake her up. She keeps calling out Lily, her voice even shooting through three
octaves. At last, Abby speaks near her ear, yet there’s still no sign of her waking up.
Later, noticing Lily’s face is flushed with heat, Abby realizes something goes amiss and quickly reaches
out a hand to touch her forehead, which is literally burning.
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