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

and strode off.

Remington’s tall figure was

follow, but Lulu leaped onto her legs, hugging them in

can you bail on your tab,

go!” Evelina shook

I know, you were being sneaky with the

watched, but their expressions were varied.

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

her liquor, with her eyes reddened, she looked pleadingly at Cassius.

and the Hawthorne family were

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pitled, as she have had her life

question seemed to reveal a different side of

he came over, picked up the glass and drank for

Lulu off and dumped her

“You okay?”

him and hurried

they left, the private room lost its buzz, and everyone quickly

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

smokes! That’s

on the dance floor’s oval stage, usually

act.

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

her was graceful and seductive, and every strand of her hair seemed to dance; her glances and turns were enchanting,

yet with an edgy swing, bewitching to the core, a contradictory

she hit the stage, it was hers alone, and everyone

It was Lizetta.

the dance floor, close to

in her ear.