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

and strode

froze, and Remington’s tall figure was already

Lulu leaped onto her legs, hugging them in a drunkeh rage.

can’t go! Ms. Hawthorne, how can you bail on

shook her off angrily.

I know, you were being sneaky with the questions earlier

but their expressions were varied.

if she’d been stripped bare, wishing she could kick Lulu to the curb and slap her

liquor, with her

Sterling family and the Hawthorne family were old family friends, Cassius looked

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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, and

today. Lizetta’s question seemed to reveal a

over, picked up the glass and drank for

a dark face, pulled Lulu off and dumped

“You okay?”

ignored him and hurried after

they left, the private room lost its buzz,

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

smokes! That’s

too, only to see, on the dance floor’s oval stage,

act.

like an average

graceful and seductive, and every strand of her hair seemed to dance; her glances and

hair flung, fluid as water yet with an edgy swing, bewitching to

stage, it was hers alone,

It was Lizetta.

had dragged her onto the dance floor, close to

her