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?”

could be so

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was religious about his one–hour workout every day, he often couldn’t be bothered to dry his hair after a shower, so he would just

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

it too bothersome and didn’t cooperate, she’d press him into the couch

while he slept; the

of memories sent a wave of mixed feelings through Lizetta.

Remington’s eyes flicked open to look at her.

take responsibility for what

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

“Or would you rather serve

felt even more speechless.

way better than

the hairdryer, and walked behind the couch to

brushed through his hair tips as Lizetta reached out to tousle his

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Gold

had showered for quite a while, with cold water

not being naive anymore,

about a breakup shag, it was clearly just

or

mix of sourness and swelling in her heart, and she couldn’t tell if she was relieved