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?”

from his wife, what’s this

up and strode

tall figure was already a

onto her legs, hugging them in a

Hawthorne, how can you bail on your tab,

go!” Evelina shook

such a pain, I know, you were being sneaky

watched, but their expressions were varied.

stripped bare, wishing she could kick Lulu to the curb

could she handle her liquor, with her eyes reddened, she

how Sterling family and the Hawthorne family were old

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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, and then

Lizetta’s question seemed to reveal

came over, picked up the glass and

a dark face, pulled Lulu off and dumped

“You okay?”

ignored him and hurried after Remington.

lost its

second–floor railing, with his eyes bulging, looked down at

That’s freaking amazing!”

others looked too, only to see, on the dance

act.

an average college student, not

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

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

stage, it was hers alone, and everyone else seemed to vanish in embarrassment.

It was Lizetta.

the dance floor, close to the stage, then suddenly leaned in and

her ear.