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.

didn’t move, and the nurse quickly disinfected the

to stitch this

lift

“Don’t move.”

again, and Remington nodded at the

a drama queen, sorry for the laugh.”

worked skillfully; after finishing the

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a smile, “You’re lucky, having

again, and Remington’s thumb brushed her earlobe, pinching the

“She’s my wife.”

a bit surprised, mainly because Lizetta looked just like a

she finished bandaging Remington, she stood up

cherish her, roping her in so young.”

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

looked down, meeting her smiling eyes, whose curving

funny?” His tone softened.

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

comment was to take good care of

his nose against Lizetta’s.

in the intimate space and filled

are you doing?”

trembled despite her efforts.

how tender this

annoyed, pushed

hair, “Stop fussing. I asked Cedric to tidy