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

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

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 nagged him

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

bed and dry his hair while he slept; the buzzing sound never

sent a wave of mixed feelings

eyes flicked open to look at

you gonna take responsibility

could easily be taken the

you rather serve me in

felt even more

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

in the hairdryer, and walked behind the couch to

air brushed through his hair tips as Lizetta reached out to

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Gold

while,

naive anymore, knew why he’d taken a cold

shag, it was clearly

on hurting or

and swelling in her heart, and she couldn’t tell if