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.

Lizetta’s hip, and her mind went blank.

stiffened, her voice quivering

behind her ear, his voice husky to the extreme, “Why so nervous?”

her neck to avoid his scorching

you mean?”

adorable, like a proud cat

the sensitive skin behind her ear, his

you know why my grandma gave

was annoyed, “I let it be because

year after their marriage, he hadn’t touched

tried

his arms and her towel dropped, leaving her bare on top of him, he stayed as composed as a monk and even offered her a glass of ice water

men would get a taste and crave more, but even after

and exceeded the usual count, she would have

bane of Viagra; grandma’s tonic soup was

Ha, I’d be letting you down if I didn’t live up to that

pinned Lizetta beneath

raising her hands, “Don’t! I don’t

you, talking about divorce? From today on, let’s make up for it. Four times in one night,

ripped open

illuminated the woman’s face, making it

was pale, making her eyes look especially pitiful and full

didn’t

he understood at that

divorce agreement, her mind was set on splitting up.

by a frosty edge as he fiercely grasped Lizetta’s small

you want if not

tears as she glared back

me!” Her nose felt sour as she remembered the nights she had waited for him, how he had left her

when she was finally getting over him and they were about to divorce, why was he provoking her again?

resisted with every fiber of her being, her eyes glistening

as Lizetta felt like she was drowning

breathed a sigh of relief, though her heart was heavy with

eyes, forcing herself to

long time, and just when she thought Remington had

not getting divorced. Dream on!”

hitched and she opened her eyes; it took a

“But…I miss Remi.”

missed the Remington who used to treat her with tenderness, the one

to find her

become unrecognizable to each other, even the warmth in their memories

spoke softly, and the man behind her said nothing.

heard her, but then she heard

knock.

in an instant.

were all over the trending searches, yet

deciding on divorce, she didn’t cry, but now the tears she

her with severe psychological trauma. It was probably Remington who brought her back to the Dashiell family, and Lizetta only trusted and clung to him.

her scream and cry, Remington would rush to her side, comforting her

arms.

Remington turned over in bed

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saw the girl sitting on the floor with a pillow, her

temper. He nearly lost it and with a grimace,

the next day, as soon as he fell asleep, there was a rustling behind him again; not daring to come closer, as soon as she was discovered, she would hold a pillow and shrink at the foot of the bed, not daring to make

set up right next to his, with a folding screen in between. Even so, there

habits had to change from unruly to well–behaved because of this, and the wildest young master of Zion City spent his whole adolescence with a princess bed in his room, even taking on the