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?”

drinks from his wife, what’s this dirty, stinky stuff got

and

and Remington’s tall figure was already

her legs, hugging them in a drunkeh rage.

Hawthorne, how can you bail on your

Evelina shook her off

know, you were being sneaky with the questions

the room watched, but their expressions

she’d been stripped bare, wishing she could kick Lulu

down, nor could she handle her liquor, with her eyes reddened, she looked pleadingly at Cassius.

the Hawthorne family were old family friends, Cassius looked rather

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she have had her life stolen and have endured so much hardship as a child, and then her marriage prospects

reveal a different side

came over, picked up the glass and drank for

and dumped her on the couch,

“You okay?”

him and hurried after Remington.

they left, the private room lost its

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

smokes! That’s freaking amazing!”

on the dance floor’s

act.

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

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

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

stage, it was hers alone, and everyone else seemed to vanish in

It was Lizetta.

onto the dance floor,

in her ear.