Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 105

familiar woody scent of a man hit Lizetta before she could even get a good look at

but she knew instantly who it was.

She furrowed her brows, yet Remington reached out, his big hand pressing against her forehead.

Feeling under the weather? You look like death warmed up, yet here you are out dining with folks.”

Lizetta had taken a cold bath last night, slept terribly, and even had a nightmare. Pregnant and having decided to keep the baby, she hadn’t bothered with makeup since, and it showed, although she still looked pretty stunning..

Lizetta brushed Remington’s hand away with a cool, indifferent voice, “I’m fine. Mr. Dashiell, busy as a bee, managed to make time for lunch with others too, right?”

As soon as she finished speaking, her chin was lifted by the man, forcing her to meet his gaze. The lighting in the corner was poor, and with the man’s head bowed, his handsome features were half in shadow, his pupils oozing danger.

“Mr. Dashiell? My, my, I seem to be donning quite a few hats around you.”

Lizetta gave a fake laugh, “If you don’t like it, I can stick to Remington Dashiell.”

“Pick something more endearing or don’t expect me to let go.”

Lizetta rolled her eyes, “Like what?”

Remington leaned in, his forehead against hers, his deep voice vibrating near her nose. He uttered, “Try ‘honey‘.”

It’d been two

his wife.

him “Remi“, nor was he keen

parading around with Evelina, he suddenly wanted her to call

Remington, are you kidding

and Remington, utterly dissatisfied with her reaction, lifted her face higher and planted a punishingly hot kiss on her

this pretty little mouth can do was spout stuff he hated, might as well bite

jerk, Remington!” But all

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it was all

his right thigh pressing into the crook of Lizetta’s leg, and his hot

just chuckled derisively and kissed her even

she heard the sound

Lizetta thought to herself,

to her surprise, instead of panicking and pushing her away, Remington responded even more passionately to her,

widened at the approaching footsteps. She

had to be

then suddenly retreated, chaotic, like fleeing. Lizetta

“??”