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, stinky

and

froze, and Remington’s tall figure was

follow, but Lulu leaped onto her legs,

can you bail on your tab, drink

shook her

pain, I know, you were being sneaky with the

room watched, but their

as if she’d been stripped bare, wishing she could kick Lulu to the curb

her liquor, with her eyes reddened, she looked

family were old family

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her as someone to be pitled, as she have had her life stolen and have endured so much hardship

reveal a different side of Evelina.

came over, picked up the

came over with a dark face, pulled Lulu off and

“You okay?”

him and hurried

its buzz, and

second–floor railing, with his eyes bulging, looked down at the dance floor and exclaimed in

smokes! That’s freaking amazing!”

the dance floor’s oval stage, usually a

act.

jeans, was dressed like an average

and every strand of her hair seemed to dance; her glances and

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

hers alone, and everyone else seemed

It was Lizetta.

dragged her onto the dance floor, close to the stage, then

her ear.