Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 197

Lizetta let go of the doorknob and swung around, fishing her phone out of her pocket.

“Gotta give granny a ring.”

Just as she’s about to dial, a man’s slender fingers swooped in and snatched the phone right out of her grasp.

Lizetta looked up, locking eyes with Remington’s deep gaze; his lips were pressed together ever so slightly.

“Is hanging with me really that unbearable?”

Lizetta shook her head hastily, chuckling, “Nah, not at all.”

But Remington can tell she’s fibbing. His brows knitted together briefly as he swallowed the frustration building inside him, and he spoke softly.

“Let’s hold off on that call for a bit. Even if you do call her now, granny’s not gonna open the door for us.”

Lizetta figured that he’s probably right and nodded in agreement.

Silence fell over them again.

Remington was still lounging in a loose–fitting bathrobe, leaving Lizetta clueless about where to rest her eyes. She pursed her lips.

“Drink your tea first.

But Remington stood his ground in front of her without budging an inch. Lizetta looked up, feeling puzzled, as a shadow fell over her.

her eyelids. Lizetta instinctively closed

your eyes

reddened corners

her heart out just moments ago, so her eyelids were now

quiver. She twisted her head away from his touch and opened her eyes, beaming at him with a smile.

not hurting. I’m

that’s a lie too.

hand fell to his side, his thumb and forefinger rubbing together as if they can still feel

when she first came to the Dashiell family–tough yet silent.

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edge, bracing herself against the world, never crying out even

would curl up in his arms at night, sobbing, sharing her woes

Mr. Nice Guy, because his patience was wearing thin often with

sometimes he would

Can’t you stand up for yourself when you’re wronged? You’re embarrassing me. Next time, cut the brother act if you’re gonna be such a wimp.”

tough on her, yet she’d just look at him with those

his wings for life, and keep her hidden away from the world.

the sweet little girl had to grow up; with her thoughts growing more complex, she no longer

when, but she began to hide herself from him, and the real talk dwindled; now she wouldn’t

to cheer her up, unsure what to

his heart, gently touching the top of her head, saying, “Go take

from being in

bathroom.

agreed, “Alright, just make sure