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?”

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

up and

tall figure was already a few

to follow, but Lulu leaped onto her legs,

go! Ms. Hawthorne, how can you

shook her

were

but their expressions were

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

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

family were old family friends, Cassius looked rather

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viewed her as someone to be pitled, as she have had her life

reveal a different side of

the

and dumped her on the couch,

“You okay?”

ignored him and hurried after

the private room lost its

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

That’s freaking

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

act.

an average college student, not a

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,

once she hit the stage, it was hers alone,

It was Lizetta.

ago, Lucian had dragged her onto the dance floor, close to

her