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

up and strode off.

Remington’s tall figure was already a

her legs, hugging them in

go! Ms. Hawthorne, how can you bail

shook

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

watched, but their

could kick Lulu to the

handle her liquor, with her eyes reddened, she looked pleadingly at

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

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her life stolen and have endured

question seemed to reveal a different side of

over, picked up the glass and drank for Evelina.

and dumped her on the couch, asking

“You okay?”

and hurried

the private room lost its buzz, and everyone

they left, someone leaning on the second–floor railing, with his eyes bulging, looked down at the dance floor and exclaimed

That’s

looked too, only to see, on the dance floor’s oval

act.

T–shirt and jeans, was dressed like an

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

hair flung, fluid as water yet with an edgy swing, bewitching to the core, a contradictory mix of sultry and

it was hers alone, and everyone else seemed to

It was Lizetta.

floor, close to the stage,

in her