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.

her affair with Remington, Hanna was so ashamed that she hardly let Lizetta step out of the house for two

years.

Remington, the idea of dancing in public was even more out of

Lizetta’s hair playfully.

“You can dow

too.”

afraid it’s

late.

in one go,

two of them chatted away in a cozy and affectionate

from the table, and leaned back lazily against the

pinched elegantly between his fingers and tossing the case back on the table with a clatter that briefly stilled the atmosphere around

pair engrossed in conversation

about to look for a lighter when Evelina, by his side,

1/2

fixed on her, and from up

look through you, but were

conquer isn’t unique to men, and such men are

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

chiseled lines of his face, making him even

blushed: her heart

his tie and turned his head

look of distaste.

of his neck revealed a

heart, once hot, felt doused with cold water, and her expression

there before, so they must have been

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