Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 75

“I’m gonna hit the shower first.”

Lizetta looked away and had already stepped into the changing room to grab some fresh clothes. Remington loosened his tic, unbuttoned his collar, and slumped on the couch, rubbing his temples wearily.

Back in the private box, Lizetta didn’t hold back, and he ended up knocking back quite a few drinks.

Now the booze was kicking in hard, making him feel pretty lousy. In the past, she would have been all over him with worry, probably would’ve made him some hangover soup by now.

Watching the woman head to the bathroom with her PJs, without a backward glance, Remington felt even more down in the dumps.

A mix of feeling slighted and lost, like he was being ignored.

Lizetta showered in record time, blow–dried her hair until it was damp, and then stepped out of the bathroom.

Remington was nowhere in sight in the bedroom, but the lingering scent of alcohol he left behind was unmistakable.

Lizetta thought about Remington’s not–so–great stomach, and considering he had her back tonight against those creeps at the bar, who knows what would’ve happened without him, she decided to go find him.

Sure enough, there was a light peeking from the study. Lizetta pushed open the door to see the man on the phone behind his desk.

She didn’t disturb him, just closed the door and went downstairs.

“Lizetta is my wife, her big bro is also my brother–in–law. It’s only fair he stays in the Dashiell family’s VI hospital suite. I don’t care who ordered what, if today’s stunt happens again, you’re out of here, got it?”

Remington was on the phone with the hospital head honcho. Shortly after hanging up, Lizetta had whipped up some hangover soup and knocked on his door.

she saw Remington on the sofa area, hurriedly pulling down his

in bed yet?”

the hangover soup and suspiciously reached

you

hangover soup for

Lizetta grabbed his arm, yanked up his sleeve, and her eyebrows knitted

together in concern.

the heck, why isn’t this cut healed up

still bandaged up, blood seeping

at the bar, it was almost

sleeve back down, but Lizetta’s frown didn’t fade.

hurt sticking up for

couldn’t help but get imitated, “You’re injured, and you’re drinking?”

worth him neglecting his own health, to drink

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you the one who told

was on the verge of exploding, scoffing as she handed him the hangover

how has the Starlight Group not gone

Remington watched her

the decency to

a small sip