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

up and strode

figure was

her legs, hugging them in a drunkeh

go! Ms. Hawthorne, how can you

Evelina shook

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

but their expressions were

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

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

the Hawthorne family were old family friends,

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Evelina was 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,

Lizetta’s question seemed to reveal a different side of

over, picked up the glass and drank

a dark face, pulled Lulu off and dumped her on the

“You okay?”

him and hurried after Remington.

they left, the private room lost its buzz, and everyone quickly followed

railing, with his eyes bulging, looked down at the dance

That’s freaking amazing!”

dance floor’s oval stage, usually a

act.

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

stage, she twisted and swayed; every move of her was graceful and seductive, and every

water yet with an edgy

hers alone, and everyone else seemed to vanish in

It was Lizetta.

onto the dance floor,

her