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

eyes hurt?”

gently grazed the reddened corners of her

just moments ago, so her eyelids

She twisted her head away from his touch and opened her eyes, beaming

I’m not that delicate.”

a lie too.

forefinger rubbing together as if they can still feel the damp softness of

to the Dashiell family–tough yet

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bracing herself against the world, never crying out even when hurt

she relied on him; she would curl up in his arms

patience was

sometimes he would scold her with a stern

wronged? You’re embarrassing me. Next

she’d just look at him with those teary eyes and smile like a

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

and the real talk dwindled;

cheer her up, unsure what to

pushed down the sour feeling in his heart, gently touching the top of her head, saying, “Go take a shower,

she’s damp from being in his

bathroom.

to face Remington, she nodded and agreed, “Alright,