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.

distinct heat pressed against Lizetta’s hip, and her mind went

her voice quivering slightly.

on the tender skin behind her ear, his voice husky to the extreme, “Why so

tilted her neck to

do you mean?”

a proud cat refusing to be

kissing the sensitive skin behind her ear, his voice huskier than ever.

my grandma gave

it be because

first year after their marriage, he hadn’t

lost. She had tried every shameless seduction tactics.

still turn a blind eye. Even when she fell into his arms and her towel dropped, leaving her bare on top of him, he stayed as composed as a monk and even offered her

crave more, but even after breaking his celibacy, he barely touched

he did, and each lasted so long and exceeded

the bane of

I’d be letting you down if

pinned Lizetta beneath him, his overwhelming pheromones enveloping her completely.

hands, “Don’t! I don’t want

divorce? From today on, let’s make up for

open the woman’s neckline.

lightning outside illuminated the woman’s face, making it stand out

delicate face was pale, making her eyes look especially pitiful

truly didn’t

he understood at

divorce agreement, her mind was

by a

if not me in

as she

nose felt sour as she remembered the nights she had waited for him, how

and they were about to divorce, why

of her being, her eyes glistening with unshed

as Lizetta felt like she was drowning in the

breathed a sigh of relief, though her

her eyes, forcing

just when she thought Remington had fallen asleep, his icy voice cut through the quiet.

not getting divorced. Dream on!”

she opened her eyes; it took a moment before she whispered back.

“But…I miss Remi.”

to treat her with tenderness,

to find her

this way, they would become unrecognizable to each

man

she heard the sound of the

knock.

in an

Evelina; they were all over the trending searches,

cry, but now the tears she had held back

with severe psychological trauma. It was

cry, Remington would rush to her side, comforting her until she

arms.

Remington turned over in bed and kicked

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floor with a pillow, her forehead swollen into

a temper. He nearly lost it

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 a sound, biting the corner of

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

the wildest young master of Zion City spent his whole adolescence with a princess bed in his room, even taking on the