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?”

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

and

figure was already a few steps

onto her legs,

Hawthorne, how can you bail on your tab,

Evelina shook her

a pain, I know, you were

but their expressions

she’d been stripped bare, wishing she could kick Lulu to the curb and slap

liquor, with

Sterling family and the Hawthorne family were

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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 were

seemed to reveal a different side of

over, picked up the glass and drank

dark face, pulled Lulu off and dumped her on the couch, asking

“You okay?”

him and

its buzz, and everyone quickly

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

That’s

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

act.

was dressed like an average college

every strand of

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

once she hit the stage, it was hers alone, and

It was Lizetta.

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

her ear.