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‘.”

were busted. It’d been two years, and

his wife.

calling him “Remi“, nor was he

as she was gunning for a divorce and he was parading around

you

Remington, utterly dissatisfied with her reaction, lifted her

spout stuff he hated, might as well bite it off

protest and curse, “You jerk, Remington!” But

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the taste of red wine seeping through their intertwined lips Lizetta thought about how it was all for schmoozing with

pressed her even harder against the wall, his knee wedging her legs apart, his right thigh pressing into the crook of Lizetta’s

he just chuckled derisively and kissed her even more aggressively, leaving her teeth and gums

was about to burst into tears, she heard the sound of

here, and this douchebag was about to crash and burn. Lizetta thought to herself, and didn’t bother to struggle anymore, even wrapping

would scratch his face. But to her surprise, instead of panicking and

widened at the approaching footsteps. She thought Remington must’ve lost it. Didn’t he hear

was Evelina? That had to be it. Lizetta stiffened, waiting

footsteps stopped, and then suddenly retreated, chaotic, like

“??”