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?”

the guy could be so lazy

6

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

the day, Lizetta would always worry he’d catch a cold or end up with some old man’s ailment, so she’d follow him around, with hairdryer in hand, and

and didn’t cooperate, she’d press

while he slept; the buzzing sound never woke

sent a wave of mixed feelings

while Remington’s eyes flicked open to

gonna take responsibility for what you’ve

easily be taken the wrong way,

drawled again, “Or would you rather serve me in bed?”

felt even more

better than having a

in the hairdryer, and walked behind the

warm air brushed through his hair tips as Lizetta reached out to tousle his wet locks,

10:45 1

Gold

showered for quite a while, with cold water all

she, not being naive anymore, knew why he’d taken a cold shower.

shag, it was clearly just to scare her.

planned on hurting or forcing her after

swelling in her heart, and she couldn’t