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?

did he know that

laugh, and her

glass and stood

line today, showing up uninvited. I’ll settle my

hand, tilted her head back, with her hair

drink with finesse.

flipped her wrist to show Cassius the empty

the drink of the night, making her stunningly

caught his

wine glass onto him, and

bag. Lizetta walked out

cold fissure seemed to tear through his

she was an

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

private room, she dashed straight into the

her entire

do it, to make sure the baby

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

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

“Litchi?”

Lizetta turned around to see a handsome young

a loose jacket, and jeans

young race car driver exuded a vibrant, fiery hormone