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

up and

froze, and Remington’s tall figure was already a few

Lulu leaped onto her

can you bail on your tab, drink up!”

Evelina shook her off angrily.

I know, you were being

the room watched, but

could kick Lulu to the curb

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

how Sterling family and the Hawthorne family were old

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

to reveal a different side of Evelina.

the glass

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

“You okay?”

and hurried

lost its buzz,

his eyes bulging, looked down at

smokes! That’s

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

act.

was dressed like an average college student, not

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

yet with an edgy swing,

she hit the stage, it was hers alone, and everyone else

It was Lizetta.

had dragged her onto the dance floor, close to the

in her