Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 95

Lizetta was just about to say goodbye to Lucian when she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

She turned around in shock, only to see Remington had doubled back.

He yanked off the coat belonging to Lucian that she was wearing and tossed it back to him. Before Lizetta could even process what was happening, Remington scooped her up again.

The man was cold as ice all over, his jaw clenched tight, his gaze on Lucian icy and distant, “Aren’t you leaving? Need an invite for a cup of tea or something?”

His disdain was as plain as day, and Lucian was lost for words.

“Speaking of which, I’ve been away for years. You and Liz got hitched, and I’ve never even dropped by. It’s not too much to ask for a cup of tea, right?”

Lucian took a step forward, but Remington stood there expressionless, like an insurmountable iceberg.

Lucian stopped in his tracks, resigned, “Alright, alright, I’ll go. Liz has a head injury, Remi; don’t forget to take care of it later.”

He voiced his concerns, but Remington shot back coldly. “And why are you so concerned about her?”

I’m her brother, duh.” Lucian

colder. “She’s your sister–in–law. Don’t make me say it a third

care of my own wife. No need for outsiders

that, Remington turned and carried Lizetta towards the villa. Lucian was left standing there, taking a moment before he raised his eyebrows with

and said

if his rescue attempt was successful. Hopefully, it was; otherwise, Lizetta might not get over the hurdle of taking a life, casting a lifelong shadow. Plus, it

Lizetta, fearing she might fall, silently wrapped her

out tonight. Even if you’re not happy with me, you shouldn’t have just snapped and sent him packing!”

earth did you climb into my bed in the first place? You should’ve climbed into his and

had been torn open, the cold

and had passed away young.

to match them up back in the day. but unfortunately, Lizetta and Lucian had no interest in each other, and then

“Yeah, I should have married Lucian. Maybe I could have been a champion’s wife,

suddenly bent down and sealed her lips with a fierce

and wild, stealing away

gasped for air, pushing against Remington’s chest, trying to break free. But her

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