Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 85

Remington’s eyes were glued to the glass tank, his hand clutching the phone so tight his veins were popping

out.

He looked calm and collected, but his jaw was set in a hard, barely contained anger.

“Who told you the kid’s mine? I’m not planning on getting divorced, so back off!”

He cut Hanna off with a cold voice and hung up the phone without another word.

His gaze never left the figure in the glass tank, and he took another step closer, his face turning even sourer.

Cedric seriously wondered if, in the next second, Remington would ball up his fists and smash the tank to pull his wife out with his bare hands.

“Mr. Remington, please keep your cool!“, Cedric pleaded.

Remington gritted his molars to keep from losing it right then and there, and barked, “Clear the area, now!”

“Mr. Remington, you’re making a big scene: keeping Lizetta’s mermaid gig under wraps is gonna be tough.”

A vein in Remington’s forehead twitched, perhaps his stare was too piercing because Lizetta turned over, and when she glided to the other side, she met his gaze.

She froze for a moment, a stream of bubbles escaping her lips.

He was stone–faced, but Lizetta felt like his eyes were throwing daggers.

She got a little flustered and quickly turned her gaze to the group of kids plastered to the outside of the tank. giving them a wink.

of the water a hundred or so times, Lizetta was

the water, grabbed her arm tightly, and yanked her

water, Lizetta’s eyes stung, her face dripping, and she couldn’t

eyes.

water and into the man’s arms, the familiar strength and height instantly told her

are you doing? Put me down, I’m not

his arms was soaking wet, her skin bare, her seaweed–like hair clinging to her face and neck, her tail

pitiful and vulnerable as a real fish out of water, igniting a predatory desire to dominate.

face was as dark as the depths, his voice colder than the pool water.

pissed off right now! If you don’t want to be stripped of your fish

by his ominous tone and

cashmere blanket, but only got a glance before Remington’s terrifying

and wrapped Lizetta up, striding out as the path had already

of the restaurant, with the bodyguard

car and plopped onto the back seat.

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tried to throw off the

her, slamming the car door shut, and at the same time, his large hand pinned

I’m working right now: what the hell are you doing?”

Remington’s grip, his handsome face stormy, his voice cold.

“Get lost!”

completely flabbergasted at

car.

the car,