Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 68

Lizetta stood there, with hands on her hips, silenced and stiff as a board after Remington’s warning, and she gave Lucian a reluctant nod.

“Alright, I’m heading in.”

As Lucian walked away, Lizetta immediately gave Remington a stomp on the foot and shoved him hard.

“Back off!”

She had managed to make herself throw up in time, but the alcohol had infiltrated her system, causing her to wobble a bit.

Remington pulled her back and cradled her slender waist with his large hand, plopping Lizetta onto the sink counter and enveloping her with his arms.

Remington had a stern look on his face, with his gaze fixed on her, and his thin lips curled up in an indescribable

sneer.

“What’s the matter, am I cramping your style and interrupting your little walk down memory lane?”

Lizetta was enveloped by his breath, the familiar cool scent mixed with sweetness, unmistakably Evelina’s perfume.

The nerve of this guy, acting like she was the third wheel to his little fling, and now he has the gall to turn the tables on her.

Lizetta tried to back away in disgust. “Yes, I’ve already cleared the way for you by hiding out here. You got your awkward moment, and I’ve had my drink, so what more do you want, chasing me down to this spot?”

The mirror on the wash basin cast a cold light on Lizetta’s pale face, making the hints of red flush from the alcohol on her cheeks look unnaturally vivid.

used the back of his

pale? Did I force that drink on you?”

laughed in exasperation, “Am I some kind of masochist, eagerly downing that drink on

her head away, not wanting to look at him, but he grabbed her chin firmly and turned her face back to his.

sitting right there; you’re Mrs. Dashiell, and who would dare to force

him, or even just given him a look of pleading, wouldn’t he

days, and today she had the nerve to show up at the welcome party. He hadn’t even blown up at her yet, and here she was

the impatience and disdain in her eyes, and thinking about how she had lit up at another man just moments before, a chill grew in the depths of his

for

at him, trying to kick him away

her squirming legs and stepped forward, forcing Lizetta to lean back and, in a

Are you saying I should have thrown that drink in Cassius‘ face to truly live up to the title

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sitting next to him, it was

trying to

it a try.” Remington

arguing pointless.

said. “I’m feeling a bit off, and I want to go home. Consider that drink as my apology to you, and while you’re at it, can you please

“What are you talking about?”

genuinely puzzled