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

up and

figure was already a

onto her legs, hugging them

Hawthorne, how can you

shook her

are you being such a pain, I know, you were being sneaky with the questions earlier too, I knew

the room watched, but their expressions were varied.

she’d been stripped bare, wishing she could

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

family were old family friends, Cassius looked rather

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and viewed her as someone to be pitled, as she have had her life stolen

today. Lizetta’s question seemed to reveal a different side of

over, picked up the glass and drank for Evelina.

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

“You okay?”

ignored him and hurried after Remington.

left, the private room lost its buzz, and everyone

eyes bulging, looked down at the dance floor and exclaimed

smokes! That’s

the dance floor’s oval stage, usually a wild party,

act.

jeans, was dressed like an average college student, not a

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

flung, fluid as water yet with an edgy swing, bewitching to the core, a contradictory mix

hers alone, and

It was Lizetta.

dance floor, close to

her