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

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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 give it

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

cooperate, she’d press him into

even kneel by the bed and dry his hair while he slept; the buzzing sound never woke him up,

sudden rush of memories sent a wave of mixed

eyes flicked open to

gonna take responsibility for what you’ve done?”

the wrong way, Lizetta was left speechless.

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

felt even more speechless.

drying hair is way better than having a

stood up, plugged in the hairdryer, and walked

tips as Lizetta reached out to tousle his wet

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Gold

for quite a while,

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

it was clearly just to scare

planned on hurting or forcing her after all.

heart, and