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

Remington’s tall figure was already

but Lulu leaped onto her legs,

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

go!” Evelina shook her

being such a pain, I know, you were

room watched, but their expressions were varied.

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

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

how Sterling family and the Hawthorne family were old family friends, Cassius looked rather conflicted.

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innocent and viewed her as someone to be pitled, as she have had her life stolen and have endured so much hardship as a child, and then her marriage prospects

to reveal a different

picked up the

and dumped her on the couch, asking Evelina with

“You okay?”

and

room lost its buzz, and everyone quickly followed

with his eyes bulging, looked down at the dance floor

That’s

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

act.

woman, in T–shirt and jeans, was dressed like an average college student, not a bit of skin showing.

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

flung, fluid as water yet with an

was hers alone, and everyone

It was Lizetta.

dance floor, close to the stage, then

in her ear.