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.

so ashamed that she hardly let Lizetta step out of the house for two

years.

the idea of dancing in

ruffling Lizetta’s

“You can dow

too.”

it’s too

is never too late. Trust me, believe in Lucian.”

one go, and Lizetta laughed

in

leaned over to grab a cigarette case from the table, and leaned back lazily against the leather

of the case, knocking out a cigarette which he pinched elegantly between his fingers and tossing the case back on the table with a clatter

pair engrossed in conversation didn’t even look

he was about to look for a lighter when Evelina,

1/2

fixed on her, and from up close, the man’s stunningly

indifferent eyes seemed to look through you,

unique to men, and such men are fatally attractive to

her fingers holding the flame trembled slightly. Just when she thought Remington would refuse, he leaned

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

blushed: her heart

she saw Remington casually adjust his tie and turned

a look

part of his neck revealed a deep kiss

once hot, felt doused with cold water, and her

have to guess who left that mark, and it wasn’t there before, so

white V–neck T–shirt with a noticeable hickey on her swan–like