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?”

his wife, what’s this dirty,

and

was

Lulu leaped onto her legs,

Hawthorne, how can you

Evelina shook her off

you were being sneaky with the questions earlier too, I knew

watched, but their

as exposed as if she’d been stripped bare, wishing she could kick

could she handle her liquor, with

and the Hawthorne family were old family friends, Cassius

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her as someone to be pitled, as she have had her life stolen and have endured so much hardship as a child,

to reveal a different side of Evelina.

up the glass and drank for Evelina.

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

“You okay?”

and

lost its buzz, and everyone quickly followed suit.

they left, someone leaning on the second–floor railing, with his eyes bulging, looked

That’s freaking

looked too, only to see, on the dance floor’s oval stage, usually a wild party,

act.

like an average college

and every strand of her hair seemed to dance; her glances

an edgy swing, bewitching to the core, a contradictory mix

was hers alone, and everyone else

It was Lizetta.

had dragged her onto the dance floor, close to the stage, then

in her ear.