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?”

from his wife, what’s this

up and strode

was already

onto her legs, hugging them

can’t go! Ms. Hawthorne, how can you

go!” Evelina shook her off angrily.

such a pain, I know, you were being sneaky with

watched, but

as exposed as if she’d been stripped bare, wishing she could

her liquor, with her eyes

how Sterling family and the Hawthorne family were old family friends, Cassius looked

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

reveal a

up the glass and

pulled Lulu off and dumped her on the

“You okay?”

ignored him and hurried

private room lost its buzz, and everyone quickly

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

That’s freaking

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

act.

T–shirt and jeans, was dressed like an

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

with an edgy swing, bewitching to the core, a contradictory

hit the stage, it was hers alone, and everyone else seemed to

It was Lizetta.

minutes ago, Lucian had dragged her onto the dance floor,

her ear.