Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 172

His exposed neck and collarbones were tinged with a faint blush, possibly from the alcohol or desire, as his Adam’s apple bobbed.

It was somewhat mesmerizing.

But such allure no longer stirred Lizetta’s heart; her face was icy cold.

“Remington, if you’re in heat, go find your darling! She’s the one who got slapped and needs your care and comfort right now!”

She shoved him towards the door!

She was getting pretty darn good at handling situations like this.

Remington felt a chill in his heart, but the heat and restlessness in his body didn’t dissipate one bit.

He leaned into her, deliberately making a move, while his handsome face took on a dangerous and wicked look that wasn’t usually there, thanks to his damp hair.

“Feeling it? Right now, you’re the only one I’m interested in. Let’s call it a breakup shag, shall we? We haven’t tried other positions and roles yet, and with the night being so long, let’s take our time to explore, so we don’t end up regretting it after the divorce.”

Lizetta couldn’t believe such words were coming from the usually abstinent and cool Remington.

Who would regret it? Who wants a breakup shag with him!

She was on the verge of a breakdown when the elevator dinged to

a stop.

as if facing a formidable enemy, clung to the elevator’s handrail, determined to resist.

Remington bent

the railing, refusing to let go, but the man simply stepped forward.

could she resist his strength?

out of the elevator against her will.

was

immediately cried for help, “Save me! Help me, I’m being

hesitated, then approached, “Sir, this lady doesn’t seem too keen

cold, “Didn’t you see my wife is

red, but she hadn’t drunk anything; she was just

elevator.

her head, “No! He’s lying, I’m not his wife, please

seeing her urgency, bravely stood in front of him, although he found

and set

the ground, Lizetta tried to run, but Remington grabbed the back

like a chick unable

a couple of times, and shoved it in front

1/2

For yourself?

stared at the wedding photo on the screen, then back at Lizetta’s anxious and helpless face,

ald with displeasure,

of not recognizing your own husband?”

offered Remington some sympathetic advice, “Buddy, you need