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.

nurse quickly disinfected the wound.

to stitch

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

“Don’t move.”

soften again, and Remington

a drama queen, sorry

finishing the stitching and applying medicine,

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a smile, “You’re lucky, having a girlfriend who cares

again, and Remington’s thumb brushed her earlobe,

“She’s my wife.”

was a bit surprised, mainly because

stood up and

need to cherish her, roping her

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

her smiling eyes, whose

so funny?” His tone

nurse was implying you’re robbing the cradle, didn’t you

was to take good care of her, yet she sure knew how to pick up on things.

down, brushing his

breath mingled in the intimate space and filled it with

stiffened, “What are you

voice trembled despite her

how tender this grass is.”

and annoyed, pushed

and ruffled Lizetta’s hair, “Stop fussing. I asked Cedric to