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?

that she was

her smile was tinged

the glass and stood

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

glass with her delicate hand, tilted her head back, with

drink with

finishing, she flipped her wrist to show Cassius the empty glass,

stained with the drink of

caught his

glass onto him, and he

Lizetta walked out

her retreat, and a cold fissure

said she was an

on the table, not too hard, but the sound

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bunch of people looking at each other, clueless about

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

that it felt like her entire stomach was being churned upside

it, to make sure the

sat on the

from the throat irritation caused by vomiting. with her wet hair messily stuck to her face.

“Litchi?”

Lizetta

wearing a suit but a baseball cap, a loose jacket, and

young race car driver exuded