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.”

was a

“I haven’t eaten anything this afternoon, just a stomach

The man cut

wasn’t he? It made sense; he had never wanted to give her a child, and now with Evelina back, it was even

test and dragged

the test to Remington,

test with a cool gaze and an icy voice, “It’s for

been a last resort, and having a baby was probably an abomination in

reflect on

fell on the pregnancy test thrown in the trash can, her legs gave

She moved slightly, felt something against her ear on

diamond–set gardenia–shaped earrings with two light pink pearls at

her in the end. Lizetta’s feelings were

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she found her bag had been returned too. Yolanda

are you

“Huh?”

expanding his territory and triumphantly returning with a beautiful artist. And a bunch of clueless netizens are eating it up; do they even know they’re

played the violin, and the Hawthorne family, willing to splash the cash, had organized a few solo

can throw money around, and only outsiders think she’s some kind of new–gen violin artist. Buying two million followers and acting

snobbish