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?”

from his wife, what’s this dirty, stinky stuff got to do with

stood up and strode

tall figure was already a

wanted to follow, but Lulu leaped onto her legs,

how can you bail on your tab, drink up!”

Evelina shook

such a pain, I know, you were

watched, but their expressions

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

handle her liquor, with her eyes reddened,

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

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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

face, pulled Lulu off and dumped her

“You okay?”

him and hurried after Remington.

lost its

on the second–floor railing, with his eyes bulging, looked down at

That’s freaking amazing!”

and the others looked too, only to see, on the dance floor’s oval stage, usually

act.

T–shirt and jeans, was dressed like an average

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

bending over, hair flung, fluid as water yet with an edgy swing, bewitching to the core, a

the stage, it was hers alone, and everyone else seemed to vanish in embarrassment.

It was Lizetta.

the dance floor, close to the stage,

her ear.