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?”

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

up and strode

and Remington’s tall figure was already a few steps

onto her legs, hugging them in a drunkeh rage.

Hawthorne, how can you bail on your tab, drink

shook her off

such a pain, I know, you were being sneaky with the

in the room watched, but their expressions were varied.

she could kick Lulu

she handle her liquor, with her eyes reddened,

how Sterling family and the Hawthorne family were old

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

question seemed to reveal a different side

the glass and

Lulu off and dumped her on the couch,

“You okay?”

ignored him and hurried after

private room lost its buzz, and everyone quickly followed

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

That’s freaking amazing!”

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

act.

woman, in T–shirt and jeans, was dressed like an average college student, not a bit of

stage, she twisted and swayed; every move of her was graceful and seductive, and every strand of

lifted, hips sent, bending over, hair flung, fluid as water yet with an edgy swing, bewitching

the stage, it was hers

It was Lizetta.

dragged her onto the dance floor, close to the stage, then suddenly leaned in and

her