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.

and the nurse quickly

to stitch this

about stitching, she anxiously tried to lift her

“Don’t move.”

sensation made Lizetta soften again, and Remington nodded at the

she’s always been a drama queen, sorry

after finishing the stitching and

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

Remington’s thumb brushed her earlobe,

“She’s my wife.”

bit surprised, mainly because Lizetta looked just like

finished bandaging Remington, she stood up and

to cherish her, roping her

She looked up at him with a barely

eyes, whose curving looked pretty

His

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

the nurse’s comment was to take good care of her, yet she sure knew how to pick up

down, brushing his nose against

in the intimate space and filled it with a palpable

stiffened, “What are you doing?”

despite

how tender this grass is.”

annoyed, pushed him away.

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