Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 67

Feeling totally fed up with being pestered by her, Lizetta glanced over with irritation.

“Are you really that curious? Want me to hand over my phone to you?”

Evelina’s eyes reddened, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry into your privacy.”

Snorting with a smirk, Cassius poured himself a full glass of red wine and approached Lizetta.

“Evelina’s been taking good care of you, and here you are not giving a damn and being all passive–aggressive. You’ve hijacked Evelina’s life, and now you can’t even drink a glass of wine as an apology? It doesn’t seem too much to ask, does it?”

With a different kind of rough–and–tumble good looks, Cassius had a rugged charm.

Especially when he was putting someone on the spot, that wild vibe was suffocating.

Lizetta, looking at the full glass of wine with a cold gaze, said, “I’m allergic to alcohol, can’t drink it.”

“My sister’s allergic to alcohol? Since when. Oh no, wait!”

Evelina called Lizetta out, and her face was panicked as she covered her mouth.

Such a novice at playing the innocent – it wasn’t that her skills slipped, but that she was sure Cassius would believe her.

Sure enough, Cassius scoffed. “Allergic? Pull the other one. Even if you were, you’d drink it. If anything goes. down, I’ve got your back.”

If a real allergy took a life, someone like Cassius could certainly handle it; in their eyes, what do other people’s joys and sorrows matter?

Just like Remington could put her on a pedestal one moment and throw her into the mud the next.

Remington sat there, watching coldly. It was Cassius who was giving her a hard time, but wasn’t it also Remington who put her through hell?

Would drinking this glass get Remington to back off and quiet down the hospital ordeal?

know that she

and her smile was tinged

glass and stood

of line today, showing

tilted her head back, with her hair cascading

drink with

flipped her wrist to show

stained with the drink of the night, making her stunningly beautiful and breathtaking.

his

onto him, and he caught it in

walked out

deep eyes followed her retreat, and a cold fissure seemed to tear through his

said she was an

wine glass on the table, not too hard, but the sound unnervingly

17

14:16

NO

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a bunch of people looking at each other, clueless about what just happened.

left the private room, she dashed straight into the restroom and made herself throw

like her entire stomach was being churned upside down.

it, to make sure

felt like she was about to vomit bile, she flushed the toilet, sat on the bowl to

her hands and face at the sink, and coughed violently from the throat irritation caused by vomiting. with her wet hair messily stuck

“Litchi?”

from behind, and Lizetta turned around to see a handsome young

loose jacket, and jeans that

exuded a vibrant, fiery hormone