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

stood up and strode off.

was

onto her legs, hugging them in a drunkeh

how can you bail on your tab,

shook her

were being sneaky with the questions earlier too, I knew

but their expressions were

bare, wishing she could kick Lulu to the curb and slap her twice. for good

down, nor could she handle her liquor, with

how Sterling family and the Hawthorne family

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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

today. Lizetta’s question seemed to reveal

the glass

over with a dark face, pulled Lulu off and dumped her

“You okay?”

ignored him and

lost its

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

smokes! That’s

dance floor’s oval stage, usually a wild party, today a solo.

act.

dressed like an average

she twisted and swayed; every move of her was graceful and seductive, and every strand of her hair seemed to dance; her glances and turns were enchanting,

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

it was hers alone, and everyone else seemed to vanish

It was Lizetta.

minutes ago, Lucian had dragged her onto the dance floor,

her ear.