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

and strode

figure was

onto her legs, hugging them in a

can’t go! Ms. Hawthorne, how can you bail on your

shook her

pain, I know, you were

but their

she could kick Lulu to the curb

liquor, with

Hawthorne family were old family

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as she have had her life stolen and have endured so much hardship

to reveal a

came over, picked up the glass and drank for Evelina.

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

“You okay?”

and

the private room lost its buzz, and

leaning on the second–floor railing, with his eyes bulging, looked down at the dance floor and exclaimed in shock.

smokes! That’s

see, on the dance floor’s oval stage, usually a wild

act.

woman, in T–shirt and jeans, was dressed like an average college student, not a bit of skin showing.

and seductive, and every strand of her hair seemed to dance; her glances and turns

with an edgy swing, bewitching to the core, a contradictory mix of sultry and

was hers alone, and everyone else

It was Lizetta.

had dragged her onto the dance floor,

her