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?”

takes drinks from his wife, what’s this dirty, stinky stuff got to do with him!

stood up and strode off.

froze, and Remington’s tall figure was already a few

onto her

Hawthorne, how can you bail on your tab,

Evelina shook her off

are you being such a pain, I know, you were being sneaky with

the room watched, but their expressions were varied.

bare, wishing she could kick

down, nor could she handle her liquor, with her eyes reddened, she looked pleadingly

how Sterling family and the Hawthorne family were old

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life stolen and have endured so much hardship as a child,

to reveal a different side of Evelina.

picked up the glass and

dark face, pulled Lulu off and dumped her on

“You okay?”

ignored him and hurried

the private room lost its buzz,

second–floor railing, with his eyes

That’s freaking

the dance

act.

T–shirt and jeans, was dressed like an average college

swayed; every move of her was graceful and seductive, and every strand of her hair seemed

lifted, hips sent, bending over, hair flung, fluid as water yet with an edgy swing, bewitching to the core, a contradictory mix of sultry and pure.

wonder once she hit the stage, it was hers alone, and everyone else seemed to

It was Lizetta.

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

in her