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?”

what’s this dirty, stinky stuff got to do with him!

stood up and strode off.

tall figure was already a few steps away.

but Lulu leaped onto her legs, hugging them in a

can you bail on your tab,

go!” Evelina shook

a pain, I know, you were being sneaky with

the room watched, but their expressions were varied.

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

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

the Hawthorne family were old family friends, Cassius

1/3

14:17

Chapter 72

Evelina was innocent and viewed her as someone to be pitled, as she have had her life stolen and have endured

to reveal a different side of

the glass

and dumped her on the couch, asking Evelina with

“You okay?”

and hurried

the private room lost its buzz, and everyone quickly followed

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

smokes! That’s freaking

and the others looked too, only to see, on the dance

act.

and jeans, was dressed like an

graceful and seductive, and every strand of her hair seemed to

flung, fluid as water yet with an edgy swing, bewitching to the core, a contradictory mix of sultry and

was hers alone,

It was Lizetta.

the dance floor, close to the

in her