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

to stitch

to lift her head,

“Don’t move.”

Lizetta soften again, and Remington nodded at the

been a drama queen, sorry for the

nurse worked skillfully; after finishing the

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

brushed her earlobe, pinching the reddened flesh.

“She’s my wife.”

surprised, mainly because Lizetta looked just

up and pulled down

to cherish her, roping her

and her assistant left, and Remington let go of Lizetta. She looked up

meeting her smiling eyes, whose curving looked pretty attractive

so funny?” His

implying you’re robbing the cradle, didn’t you catch that?”

to take good care of her, yet she sure knew how to

brushing his

space and filled it

stiffened, “What are

voice trembled despite

how tender

and annoyed, pushed him away.

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