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 disinfected

stitch this up.”

about stitching, she anxiously tried to lift her head, but his big hand gently caressed her neck.

“Don’t move.”

made Lizetta soften again, and Remington nodded at

she’s always been a drama queen, sorry for the laugh.”

skillfully; after finishing the stitching and applying medicine,

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a smile, “You’re

again, and Remington’s thumb brushed her earlobe,

“She’s my wife.”

bit surprised, mainly because

Remington, she stood up

roping her in so

go of Lizetta. She

looked down, meeting her smiling eyes, whose curving looked

His

nurse was implying you’re robbing the cradle,

the point of the nurse’s comment was to take

leaned down, brushing his nose

and filled it with a palpable tension.

are

voice trembled despite her

just how tender this grass is.”

annoyed, pushed him

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