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?”

this dirty,

stood up and strode off.

figure was already

Lulu leaped onto her legs, hugging them in

go! Ms. Hawthorne, how can you

go!” Evelina shook her off angrily.

such a pain, I know, you were being sneaky with the questions earlier too, I

room watched, but their expressions were

could

her liquor, with her eyes reddened, she

Hawthorne family were old family friends,

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

question seemed to reveal a different side of

came over, picked up the glass and

over with a dark face, pulled Lulu off and dumped her on the

“You okay?”

ignored him and hurried

lost its buzz,

second–floor railing, with his eyes bulging, looked down

That’s freaking

to see, on the dance floor’s oval stage, usually a

act.

jeans, was dressed like an average college student, not

stage, she twisted and swayed; every move of her was graceful and seductive, and every strand of her hair seemed to dance; her

hips sent, bending over, hair flung, fluid as water yet with an edgy

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

It was Lizetta.

onto the dance floor,

in her ear.