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 her

eyes hurt?”

fingers gently grazed the reddened corners of her eyes.

moments ago, so her eyelids were now

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

not hurting. I’m not that delicate.”

that’s a lie

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

first came to the Dashiell family–tough yet silent.

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always on edge, bracing herself against the

relied on him; she would curl up in his arms at night, sobbing, sharing her

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

and sometimes he would

grip, will ya? 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

at him

shield her under his wings for life, and keep

thoughts growing more

pinpoint when, but she began to hide herself from him, and the real talk dwindled; now she

her up, unsure what to do with

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

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

bathroom.

really in the mood to face Remington, she nodded and agreed, “Alright, just make sure to drink