Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 34

Lizetta just felt herself yanked away by a strong force, and the next second, she was enveloped in a comforting and warm embrace.

She breathed in the cool fragrance of the man, like frosty pines on snowy peaks, with a power to soothe the soul.

Lizetta looked up incredulously into Remington’s deep eyes. For a moment, it was as if she could only see her own reflection in his gaze.

“Scared stiff, huh? It’s all good now.”

His large hand caressed the top of her head, and his voice was soft and low.

Lizetta stared at him dumbfounded, feeling her heart racing as if it might burst out of her chest, yet she was unsure whether it was due to his gentleness now or the shock from

before.

She lifted her hand and clung tightly to Remington’s waist.

Evelina, collapsed in Cedric’s arms, turned her head and caught this scene.

In the nick of time just before, she had thrown herself at Remington, yet he didn’t hesitate to toss her aside. If Cedric hadn’t caught her, who knows how embarrassed she’d be right

now.

Evelina even suspected that if she hadn’t been between Remington and Lizetta, he wouldn’t have bothered to toss her aside; his eyes were only for Lizetta!

Now, as Evelina saw Remington and Lizetta in each other’s arms, jealousy burned in the depths of her eyes.

She hurried forward. “How can there be such a lunatic in the hospital? It’s a good thing Remi pushed me away! Oh my God, Remi is hurt!”

to reality by the noise, Lizetta finally noticed a gash on Remington’s

arm.

shirt were torn, with blood dripping steadily–which was

with tears falling like rain.

weren’t for pushing me out of the way, you wouldn’t have

Evelina was safe before saving her? This injury was

are you

tried to get up but Hogan delivered an extra kick and pinned him

control of the situation, Hogan finally

head at him. “I’m fine, and my

finish her sentence as a man’s strong grip clenched her waist, and his fingers dug into the

the security came to ask Hogan to handle the

guy’s son had late–stage brain cancer, and was now not eligible for surgery. He begged me on his knees yesterday to operate, but I had to refuse. His son passed away this morning. Sorry for dragging you into this. I’ll have a colleague take care of Mr. Dashiell’s wound.”

a nurse over, then hurried off with security.

does it hurt?”

still crying, blocked the nurse.

cold as

spare him the extra moisture

with a flicker of amusement in his eyes.

like a little cat guarding her food, and it was kind of

staggered back a couple of steps,

got hurt because of me, so why can’t I

getting a headache from the noise, glanced coldly at

back to