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.

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

years.

she married Remington, the idea of dancing in public was even more

smirked, ruffling Lizetta’s hair playfully.

“You can dow

too.”

it’s too

late. Trust me, believe in Lucian.”

his drink in one go,

in a cozy and affectionate manner.

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

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 that briefly stilled

pair engrossed in conversation

cold snort; he was about to look for a lighter

1/2

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

through you, but were

to men, and such men

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

cheeks were hollowed slightly, sharpening the already chiseled lines

heart

in the next second, she saw Remington casually adjust his tie and turned his head slightly as he exhaled

a look of

part of his neck revealed a deep kiss mark.

felt doused with cold water, and her expression

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

a white V–neck T–shirt with a noticeable hickey