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?”

his wife, what’s this dirty, stinky stuff got to do with him!

up and strode off.

tall figure was already

to follow, but Lulu leaped onto her

go! Ms. Hawthorne, how can you bail on your

shook her off

know, you were being sneaky with the questions earlier too, I knew

watched, but their expressions were

felt as exposed as if she’d been stripped bare, wishing she could

could she handle her liquor, with her

the Hawthorne family were old family friends,

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life stolen and have endured so much hardship as a

Lizetta’s question seemed to reveal a different

he came over, picked up the glass and drank for

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

“You okay?”

him and

its buzz, and everyone quickly followed

eyes bulging, looked down at the dance floor and exclaimed

smokes! That’s freaking amazing!”

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

act.

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

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

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

it was hers

It was Lizetta.

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

in her