Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 173

Just when Lizetta thought she was about to be devoured by Remington on the couch with no escape, everything went dark

Tums out, Remington had chucked his shirt over her head. By the time Lizetta yanked the shirt away, the guy was already at the bathroom door, throwing some shade her way.

*Better think about what you’re gonna spill later!”

He ducked into the bathroom, and the sound of running water filled the space.

Lizetta sprang up and dashed for the door, but whatever trick Remington had pulled on it, she couldn’t crack it after fiddling with it for ages.

When Remington emerged from the bathroom in his robe, Lizetta was slumped on the couch, having thrown In the towel.

Remington, toweling off his wet hair, sauntered over. His robe was tied loosely, and that just–showered vibe made him seem even more dangerous and imposing.

Not daring to look too long. Lizetta ducked her head and scooted over. No sooner had she settled down than something landed on her lap.

A hairdryer.

She glanced over at Remington, who was now lounging against the back of the couch, and commanded,

“Come and dry my hair.”

“Can’t you do it yourself?”

guy could be

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he often couldn’t be bothered to dry his hair after a shower, so he would just give it a quick rub and

old man’s ailment, so

press him into the couch

he slept; the buzzing sound never woke him up, but

of memories sent a

while Remington’s eyes flicked open

take responsibility for what

his words could easily be taken the wrong way, Lizetta was left speechless.

again, “Or would you rather

felt even more

it; drying hair is way better than having a breakup shag with him.

the hairdryer, and walked behind the

Lizetta reached out to tousle his wet locks, but her fingers

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Gold

quite a while, with cold water all along.

anymore,

was clearly

or forcing her after all.

swelling in her heart, and she