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?”

duh.” Lucian

your sister–in–law. Don’t make me

of my

was left standing there, taking a moment before he raised his eyebrows with a chuckle.

got into his car and said to his lawyer, “Let’s head to the hospital.”

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 would be too

fearing she might fall, silently wrapped her arms around his neck, a frown on her face.

if you’re not happy with me,

bed in the first place? You should’ve climbed into his and married him instead. Grandma

had been torn open, the cold wind

was the youngest son of the old lady and had passed away young. His mother lived a secluded life, uncompetitive and

the same age, and Fiona had indeed wanted to match them up back in the day. but unfortunately, Lizetta and Lucian had no interest in each other,

have married Lucian. Maybe I could have

and sealed her lips with a fierce and urgent

on her lips with a force that was rough and wild, stealing away all her thoughts and pulling her into his breath.

air, pushing against Remington’s chest,

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