Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 55

Lizetta held her breath, waiting for the man’s response.

“If I wasn’t concerned about you, what am I doing now?”

His answer was nonchalant, but Lizetta’s heart couldn’t help but race out of control.

His protectiveness, his response, somehow sparked a tiny bit of hope in her heart again.

Her eyes misted over, “When I hit Evelina last time, did you feel sorry for her too? Did you ice her up?”

Remington chuckled, “Take a guess.”

Without a direct answer, that must mean yes!

Lizetta felt like smashing his head in.

She turned around in anger, and Remington’s body pressed closer again.

Faced with him once more, she was cornered between his body and the wall, glaring at him with her head tilted back.

Remington’s lips curved slightly, appearing leisurely composed.

“Caring so much, yet you won’t admit you’re jealous?”

Lizetta thought he was insane, her expression cooling off.

“We’re not divorced yet; you’re my husband. Women do not like being cuckolded either, okay?”

The smile in Remington’s eyes faded slightly, “Since you know we’re not divorced, then move back home.”

Why could he bring this up again? Lizetta wanted to remind him that they would be divorced by now if he hadn’t broken their last appointment.

But Remington preempted her: “I had the bedroom cleaned up, everything’s new – the sofa, the carpets, the bedding.”

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she returned,

but you can’t wash away the filth that’s gotten into my eyes and heart! I’m not coming back, get away! Go coddle

to actually stumble backward, his expression changing

“Ouch.”

space, his intake

grabbed his arm and urgently unbuttoned his shirt cuff to roll it up.

going on? Hasn’t your arm

the sleeve, there was indeed a bandage on his forearm, stained

and she said angrily.

many days? What have you been doing, haven’t you taken care

has a strong ability to heal; minor wounds can heal overnight without medication. However, it’s been seven or eight days since

couldn’t help but fear the worst, anxiety

all over her face.

wanting to rush outside to call a doctor.

pull,

chin resting on top of

worried about

shallow breath, his presence always managing to make

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talking nonsense,” she murmured.

if not as husband and wife, they still had an

most wishing for his peace and

hold you for a while.” Remington’s chin moved slightly, making Lizetta’s head itch where it rubbed against her.

to carry a tone of affection; Lizetta thought she must have made

cure that can heal wounds, you know? Stop it,

of traditional remedies for stopping bleeding and promoting tissue growth. Just do as I say.

voice was serious, and Lizetta subconsciously obeyed, raising her hand and following