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.

the sofa

in bed

the hangover soup and suspiciously

you

hangover soup for

the bowl, Lizetta grabbed his arm,

together in concern.

isn’t this cut healed

bandaged up, blood seeping through it.

into at the bar, it was almost healed. I’ve re–applied some ointment and

pulled his sleeve back down, but Lizetta’s frown didn’t

got hurt sticking up for her on

couldn’t help but get imitated, “You’re injured,

his own health, to drink on

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Chapter 75

“Weren’t you the one who told me to drink?”

scoffing as she handed him the hangover soup.

like that, how has the Starlight Group

soup, Lizetta stormed out. Remington watched

had the decency to make

small sip