Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 72

Remington just gave her a smile with a hooked lip. “No worries.”

The man, slightly tipsy, had that extra bit of a roguish charm compared to his usual cool and lofty demeanor.

His shirt collar was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a collarbone hidden in the dim light, which glowed with a blush; it was deadly sexy.

The room was buzzing with teasing: Evelina blushed, and her eyes on him were brimming with tender affection, oozing charm like nobody’s business.

Lizetta suddenly felt that winning was so overrated, and her eyes burned a tad.

“Got into a spat with Remi? Come on, Lucian will show him who’s boss.”

Lucian chimed in; standing up and pulling Lizetta to her feet, she announced loudly.

“I’m done here, I’m gonna take Litchi for a spin on the dance floor.”

Lizetta followed him, and the two quickly left the private room.

Once Lizetta was gone, Lulu perked up.

She hadn’t won a single game; didn’t she have any pride? Thumping her leg, she shook the dice cup and rolled a couple of fours before she prodded Evelina.

“Hurry it up. Ms. Hawthorne, your turn.”

Next to her, Remington had been giving off a frosty vibe ever since Lizetta left.

Evelina, distracted, made a careless throw.

“Ahaha, I won, I won, drink up!”

Lulu shoved a glass into Evelina’s hand, who turned to pass it to Remington, “Remi.”

But Remington wouldn’t even glance at her, and he said coldly.

“Heh, you think I’m some kind of drink buddy?”

only takes drinks from his wife, what’s this dirty, stinky

and strode off.

was

but Lulu leaped onto her legs, hugging

can you bail on your

Evelina shook

know, you were being

room watched, but their expressions

wishing she could kick Lulu to the curb and slap

nor could she handle her liquor, with her eyes reddened,

family were

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her life stolen and have endured so much hardship as

reveal a different

he came over, picked up the glass and drank for Evelina.

with a dark face, pulled Lulu off and dumped her on the couch, asking Evelina with concern.

“You okay?”

ignored him and hurried after

private room lost its buzz, and everyone quickly followed suit.

his eyes bulging, looked down at the dance floor and exclaimed in

That’s freaking amazing!”

the dance floor’s oval stage, usually a wild party, today a solo.

act.

in T–shirt and jeans, was dressed like an average college

on stage, she twisted and swayed; every move of her was graceful and seductive, and every strand of her hair seemed to dance; her glances

flung, fluid as water yet with an

she hit the stage, it was hers alone,

It was Lizetta.

minutes ago, Lucian had dragged her onto the dance floor,

in her