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

and her smile was tinged with paleness.

took the glass and stood

this. I was out of line today, showing up uninvited.

tilted her head back, with

drink with

wrist to show Cassius the empty

of the

his

the wine glass onto him, and he caught

her bag. Lizetta walked out with long

cold fissure seemed

was an uninvited

table, not too hard, but the sound unnervingly tightened everyone’s

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stood up and followed her out, leaving a bunch of people looking at each other, clueless about what just happened.

she dashed straight into the restroom and made

felt like her entire stomach was being

had to do it, to make sure the

vomit bile, she flushed the toilet, sat on the bowl to catch her breath for a while, and

from the throat irritation caused by vomiting. with her wet

“Litchi?”

male voice came from behind, and Lizetta turned around to see a handsome young face.

suit but a baseball cap, a loose jacket, and jeans that perfectly showcased his ©great physique and long

car driver exuded a vibrant, fiery