Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 70

“I’ll have a warm glass of milk.”

The server was on the ball and quickly brought over the warm milk.

Lucian grabbed it and handed it straight to Lizetta, “Stomach acting up just now? How come I didn’t know you had a bad stomach?”

Lizetta took the milk and sipped it.

With the warm milk hitting her empty stomach, she felt a lot better.

She turned to Lucian with a grin that reached her eyes, “Lucian, look at you all grown up and caring for others. When did that happen?”

Lucian was barely two years older than Lizetta and they had gone to the same school from elementary through high school.

Back in middle school Lizetta skipped a grade and they even shared a class. By high school, she became Lucian’s senior, but their relationship was always pretty rocky.

They couldn’t stand each other as kids, and Lucian often bullied Lizetta on the sly.

The ice only broke between them in the half–year before Lucian went abroad; they got closer back then because they’ve grown more mature and also due to some incidents.

The Lucian in Lizetta’s memory was self–centered and wouldn’t bother to care for anyone.

“Underestimating me, huh? I’m now a ladies‘ man with fans all over the globe. Think I haven’t changed?”

Lizetta raised an eyebrow and clinked her glass against his.

“Milk instead of booze, here’s to you, Lucian, for chasing your dreams!”

There was genuine happiness in Lizetta’s eyes, but also a touch of melancholy. Her dream of dancing was cut short four years ago.

was so ashamed that she

years.

the idea of dancing in public was even more out of

ruffling Lizetta’s hair

“You can dow

too.”

afraid it’s too late.”

never too late. Trust me, believe

his drink in one

two of them chatted away in

cigarette case from the

his fingers and tossing the

engrossed in conversation

a cold snort; he was about to look for a lighter

1/2

from up

through you, but

to men, and such men are fatally attractive

her fingers holding the flame trembled slightly. Just when she thought Remington would refuse, he leaned in towards the light and took a deep

hollowed slightly, sharpening the already chiseled lines of his face, making him

heart was burning hot..

saw Remington casually adjust his tie and

look of distaste.

exposed part of his neck revealed a

cold water,

who left that mark, and it wasn’t there before, so they must have been passionately kissing just

at Lizetta instinctively, who was wearing a white V–neck T–shirt with a noticeable hickey on her swan–like neck.