Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 35

Lizetta glared at him; her almond–shaped eyes almost popped, “Can’t you tell that I’m talking about taking gunpowder?”

Remington raised an eyebrow, “If you’re so full of fire, just don’t blow me up with you.”

Lizetta was fuming, but the head nurse couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

Worried she might shake and hurt Remington further, Lizetta quickly told her, “Easy does

It.”

The head nurse, a woman in her forties, couldn’t help but smile at Lizetta and said, “You’re all bark and no bite, sweetie. Relax, I’m a pro. Won’t hurt your boyfriend. Besides, he’s a big boy, can’t he handle a little scratch?”

By then, Remington’s sleeve was cut open, revealing his wound.

It was a good ten centimeters long cut, with his skin peeled back, which was quite bloody

to behold.

Lizetta’s heart clenched, and she bit her lip. “That looks pretty bad, how can you say it’s nothing? Nurse, please, no more chatting.”

She was more nervous than the head nurse, and even more than the injured Remington.

The head nurse found it amusing, while Remington, somewhat resigned, reached out with. his uninjured hand and clasped Lizetta’s neck from behind.

With his warm touch, Lizetta was pulled into his chest, with her forehead against his heart. She couldn’t see anything, and Remington’s voice came from above, tinged with. laughter, “It’ll be over soon.”

“Oh.”

Lizetta nestled in his arms, listening to his steady and strong heartbeat, and for some reason, she felt a tinge of sourness in her nose.

move, and the nurse quickly

to stitch this up.”

about stitching, she anxiously tried to lift her head, but his big

“Don’t move.”

Lizetta soften again, and Remington nodded at

drama

worked skillfully; after finishing the stitching and applying medicine, she

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a colleague and said with a smile, “You’re lucky, having a girlfriend who cares about

brushed her earlobe, pinching the reddened

“She’s my wife.”

mainly because Lizetta looked just

she finished bandaging Remington, she stood up and pulled down her mask to speak.

roping

and her assistant left, and Remington let go of Lizetta. She looked up at him with a barely suppressed smile

smiling eyes, whose curving

so funny?” His

was implying you’re robbing the cradle,

take

leaned down, brushing his nose against

intimate space and filled it with

“What are you doing?”

despite her

just how tender this grass

and annoyed,

go, then he stood up and ruffled Lizetta’s hair, “Stop fussing. I asked Cedric