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?”

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

and

was already a few steps away.

to follow, but Lulu leaped onto her legs,

Hawthorne, how can you bail on your tab, drink

shook her

were being sneaky with the questions earlier too, I knew it!”

watched, but their expressions were varied.

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

handle her liquor, with her eyes reddened, she looked pleadingly at

family were old

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someone to be pitled, as she have had her life stolen and have endured so much

seemed to reveal a different

picked up the glass

pulled Lulu off and dumped her on the couch,

“You okay?”

and hurried after Remington.

private room lost its buzz, and

they left, someone leaning on the second–floor railing, with his eyes bulging, looked down at the

smokes! That’s freaking amazing!”

on the dance floor’s oval stage, usually a

act.

and jeans, was dressed like an average college student,

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

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

stage, it was hers

It was Lizetta.

the dance floor, close to the

in her ear.