Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 113

Lizette looked up, her gaze locked onto Remington.

“My left eye diagnoses you with delusion of grandeur, and my right, with narcissism–both quite severe. I‘ check where to register for your treatment.”

Remington didn’t get mad, and his thin lips curved slightly.

“You’d be more convincing if you put your dress on before making such statements.”

Lizetta remembered how she was awkwardly bent over pulling off her dress when he walked in. The action now seemed rather embarrassing.

And now, the torn dress was still half–draped over her knees, a chilly breeze teasing the space between her legs.

Her bare thighs were pressed directly against the fabric of the man’s suit pants, through which she could feel the texture of his muscular thighs and the heat of his body.

Compared to her utter disarray, he looked like he was about to attend an important event, even his bow tie was impeccably knotted.

To any onlooker, the scene would seem as if she was the one seducing him.

Lizetta’s face flushed with embarrassment, then boiled over into anger.

“Mr. Dashiell, don’t flatter yourself! I didn’t know you were home! If I had, I wouldn’t have come in. Let go of mel

She wriggled and twisted, her soft and fragrant body sparking intense friction and heat against him.

A tightening in his lower abdomen, and Remington let out a soft grunt.

It was extremely censual, and the desire was at its peak.

ears burning up.

she could react, the world spun around as the man’s strong hands cradled the back of her head, wrapped

room’s plush carpet

“Mph!”

words were tightly sealed by his scorching breath against

their close gaze, his usually cold, deep eyes were now filled with desire

to bite him. But

1. up.

panted, “Do you

jerk in the blink

you to cool off?” Remington’s

felt it all over; her body shivered, and she looked at his shamelessness

for my stuff, not for this. I didn’t mean to lead you on,

1/2

13:13

all wrong

now certain that she

intimate relations during the first three months, and Lizetta struggled fiercely.

Remington held her wrists firmly above her head, bending down to plant fervent kisses along her neck and collarbone, his hot breath spreading to her sensitive

Be good, go with it,

resisted, the more turbulent the emotions in his

buckle being undone made

find Evelina if you’re that hot and

me.”