Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 7

“Pfft.” Lizetta choked and coughed.

She looked guilty as sin, and Remington’s eyes grew grimmer, “Spit it out!”

Lizetta hurriedly put down her glass of water, “Is it that I can get pregnant by magic, or do you have some kind

of special talent to reproduce remotely? Which time did you not take proper precautions?”

Her tone became inevitably tinged with bitterness and annoyance towards the end.

“Sharp–tongued, aren’t you!” Remington chuckled ironically.

But he probably also thought it was impossible for her to be pregnant and didn’t pursue the topic further.

He knelt on one knee beside the bed, holding her ankle and opened the medical kit. Lizetta didn’t resist, she knew his temperament and that he was stubborn.

As a husband, he didn’t love her, but as a brother, he was almost perfect. He rested her right foot on his knee, holding her pale ankle and used tweezers with iodine to clean the wound.

He did this with a grace and dignity all his own. She watched him, feeling like she was transported back fourteen years when he carried her bloodied self home, and she wouldn’t let a doctor near her because of her trauma.

The young man squatted in front of her bed, gently treating her wounds.

“Don’t be scared, Liz. I will protect you. We won’t let you get hurt again, okay?”

It had been a long time since they had shared such warmth and closeness. Four years of cold distance was enough to show he didn’t love her!

Remington finished bandaging her up and pulled something out of the medical kit, tossing it to Lizetta.

“Go test yourself.”

a pregnancy

lips, “I haven’t eaten anything

test!” The man cut her off.

was really scared of her being pregnant, wasn’t he? It made sense; he had never wanted to

picked up the pregnancy test and dragged

and handed the test to Remington, “One line

tone was sarcastic, and Remington glanced at the test with a cool gaze

pregnant. Sleeping with her must’ve been a last resort, and having a baby was probably an abomination in his eyes. Any child would be considered a bastard, probably.

in the study. You better reflect on

can, her legs gave out, and she collapsed on the bed.

to the bright daylight. She moved slightly, felt something against

diamond–set gardenia–shaped earrings

back to her in the end. Lizetta’s feelings were complicated.

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Chapter

rang, and she found her bag had been returned too. Yolanda was on the other end.

you okay?”

“Huh?”

with a beautiful artist. And a bunch of clueless netizens are eating it up; do they even

willing to splash the cash, had organized a few solo concerts for

of new–gen violin artist. Buying two million followers and acting all high and mighty, they

never snobbish like