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.

reached out to tidy her messy hair behind her ear, then used the back of his hand to touch her sweaty forehead,

force that drink on

nearly 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

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

she had just softened up to him, or even just given him a look

the nerve to show up at the welcome party. He hadn’t even

about how she had lit up at

for

to kick

forward, forcing Lizetta to lean back and, in a panic, wrap her arms

have thrown that drink in Cassius‘ face to truly live up to

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the earlier situation, with Evelina cozily sitting next to him, it was clear who he was protecting.

to pull rank as Mrs.

could always give it a try.”

seething, but she also arguing pointless. She was still worried about her brother.

want to go home. Consider that drink

brow furrowed slightly. “What

saw his genuinely puzzled expression, she was taken