Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 22

Threads of allure, tugging at his heartstrings.

A surge of restless fire shot straight to his lower belly, roaming through his body, turning into an unquenchable heat that surged out through his nostrils.

Remington jerked his head up.

Damn, what had grandmother give him to drink? His nosebleed was flowing as if he’s caught some dreadful disease!

Lizetta lay on the bed, phone in hand. Thinking of Lucian’s room being cleaned up, she decided to google some information about Lucian.

A flood of headlines popped up on the Internet.

#Seraphine Realm’s Racing Prodigy #

#A Whirlwind Life of the First F1 driver #

#Ardentia’s Most Promising Racer #

#23–year–old Lucian Bags a Milestone Point in His F1 Debut, Ready to Return Home#l

Lizetta’s lips curled up as she read, her eyes shining with pride, joy, and envious aspiration.

It wasn’t until she heard noise from the bathroom that she hurriedly flipped her phone face down on the nightstand, pulled the covers to feign sleep.

Remington, toweling off his hair, walked toward the bed, noticed the glowing phone screen, and reached out to

turn it off.

He paused as he inadvertently saw the content on the screen.

The man glanced at the woman on the bed, her eyes tightly closed, his expression indiscernible.

Lizetta, with her eyes closed, stiffened at the sound. Remington definitely knew she was faking sleep.

Just as she was about to open her eyes in annoyance, the man didn’t expose her. Instead, he put down the phone and seemed to head to the balcony. Lizetta opened her eyes to see his blurred figure leaning against the railing, his robe fluttering in the wild wind, with a dot of crimson at his fingertip.

Out there with the lightning and thunder, and he’s lighting up a smoke. When did his nicotine addiction ramp up?

She didn’t give it much thought and closed her eyes again. certain that Remington knew she was pretending to sleep.

The bed dipped behind her, but she didn’t pay it any mind.

After all, they had been married for two years, and even after their intimate moments, Remington would usually sleep in another room.

Tonight, with Fiona watching, they had to sleep together, but she was well aware of their boundaries, they would definitely sleep separately.

Just as she was about to fall into deep sleep again, the man’s strong arms suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind and gently pulled her in.

Lizetta was drawn into the man’s warm embrace, and through the thin fabric, she could clearly feel the scorching heat of his body and the firm lines of his chest and abs.

He had taken off his robe.

The man’s slightly hoarse voice was right by her ear, “Asleep?”

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The thunder rumbled again, and while the wind howled outside, the temperature inside rose rapidly

Lizetta instantly awoke, her heart pounding as loud as the thunder outside.

As she was still bewildered, the man’s lower half pressed against her.

hip, and

stiffened, her voice quivering

lips lingered on the tender skin behind her ear,

her neck to avoid

you

evasive movements were somewhat adorable, like a proud cat refusing to be

the sensitive skin behind her ear, his voice huskier than

you know why my grandma

be

year after their marriage, he

felt lost. She had tried every shameless

dropped, leaving her bare on top of him, he stayed as composed

but even after breaking

did, and each lasted so long and exceeded the usual count, she would have suspected he had

his level of self–control, he was the bane of

down if I didn’t live up to

and pinned Lizetta beneath him, his

raising her hands, “Don’t!

of not satisfying you, talking about divorce? From today on, let’s make up

ripped open the woman’s

illuminated the woman’s face, making it stand out

her eyes look especially pitiful and

truly didn’t want

he understood at that moment.

if he burned that divorce agreement, her mind was set on

by

want if not

as she

sour as she remembered the nights she had waited for him, how he had left her alone

him and they were about to divorce, why was he provoking

resisted with every fiber of her being, her eyes glistening with

at her intently. Just as Lizetta felt like she was drowning in

sigh of relief, though her heart was heavy with an indescribable sadness.

her eyes, forcing herself to sleep.

reigned for a long time, and just when she thought Remington had fallen asleep, his icy voice cut

we’re not getting divorced. Dream

her eyes; it took a

“But…I miss Remi.”

to treat her with tenderness, the

wanted to find her brother

that if they continued this way, they would become unrecognizable to each other, even the warmth in their memories would

the man behind

hadn’t heard her, but then she heard

knock, knock. Knock.

eyes moistened in

was with Evelina; they were all over the trending searches, yet

cry, but now the tears she had held back silently cascaded down like

her with severe psychological trauma. It was probably Remington who brought her back to the Dashiell family, and

room next to Remington’s, and when nightmares plagued her, making her scream and cry, Remington

arms.

didn’t improve. One night, Remington turned over in bed and kicked

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the lights, he saw the girl sitting on the floor with a pillow, her forehead swollen into a large lump, her eyes brimming

lost it

as she was discovered, she would hold a pillow and shrink

another bed set up right next to his, with a folding screen in between. Even so, there would always be

from unruly to well–behaved because of this, and the wildest young master of Zion City spent his whole