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?”

drinks from his wife, what’s this dirty, stinky stuff got

up and strode off.

tall figure was already a

to follow, but Lulu leaped onto her legs, hugging them in a drunkeh rage.

Ms. Hawthorne, how can you bail on your tab, drink up!”

shook her

you were being sneaky with

but their expressions were

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

couldn’t 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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be pitled, as she have had her life stolen and have endured so much hardship as a child, and then her marriage prospects were

reveal a different

over, picked up the glass

pulled Lulu off and dumped

“You okay?”

him and hurried after Remington.

the private room lost its

on the second–floor railing, with his eyes bulging, looked down

That’s

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

act.

in T–shirt and jeans, was dressed like an average college student,

every move of her was graceful and seductive, and every strand of her hair seemed to dance; her glances

yet with an edgy swing, bewitching to the core, a contradictory mix

the stage, it was hers alone, and

It was Lizetta.

onto the dance floor, close

her