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.

his hand brushing over her eyelids. Lizetta instinctively closed

eyes hurt?”

fingers gently grazed the reddened corners of her

her heart out just moments ago, so her

eyelids and lashes to quiver. She twisted her head away from his touch and opened her eyes, beaming at

hurting. I’m not

that’s a

together as if they can still feel the damp softness

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

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always on edge, bracing herself against the world, never

on him; she would curl up in his arms at

because his patience was wearing thin often

then, he’d pat her head, and sometimes he would scold her with a stern face.

embarrassing me. Next time, cut the

him with those teary eyes

want to shield her under his wings for life, and keep her hidden away

grow up; with her thoughts growing more complex, she no longer spilled them

from him, and the real talk dwindled;

at a loss on how to cheer her up, unsure what

the sour feeling in his heart, gently touching the top of her head,

down and sure enough, she’s damp from being in his arms earlier in the

bathroom.

to face Remington, she nodded and agreed, “Alright, just make sure to drink