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 got to do with

stood up and strode off.

tall figure was already

Lulu leaped onto her legs, hugging them in a

how can you bail on your tab,

go!” Evelina shook

I know, you were

the room watched, but

she could

nor could she handle her liquor, with her eyes reddened, she

Hawthorne family were old

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

Lizetta’s question seemed to reveal a

picked up the

a dark face, pulled Lulu off and

“You okay?”

him and hurried

room lost its buzz, and everyone

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

That’s freaking amazing!”

the others looked too, only to see, on the dance floor’s oval

act.

an average college student, not a bit of skin

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

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

wonder once she hit the stage, it was hers alone, and everyone

It was Lizetta.

dragged her onto the dance floor, close to the

in her ear.