Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 198

Remington hopped through the window and swiftly strode forward, grabbing the woman. by the waist and pulling her back to him.

Lizetta threw herself into Remington’s arms, while clutching at his clothes; her eyes were wide with shock as she looked up at him.

Their eyes met and Lizetta froze.

Remington was dressed casually in sportswear, his hair, not as meticulously styled as usual, fell loosely around his face.

Not bothering to dry his hair, he left it damp and hanging in front of his eyes. The sunlight streaming in from the window danced in his tresses, making him look years younger, evep boyish.

He reminded Lizetta of that handsome young man who used to make her heart race and her cheeks blush when she was younger.

Lizetta’s heart skipped a beat; she felt her pulse racing, and her mind going blank.

Then, Remington’s eyes twinkled with amusement as he asked, “Scared ya? Why so chicken?”

Lizetta snapped back to reality and pushed Remington away.

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“How on earth did you get in through the window? This is the second floor! If you were in such a hurry to leave, I could have told Grandma.”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence before Remington opened his palm to reveal a few orange candies.

Remington raised his hand, offering

she was

climb up to their beloved girl’s window just to give her a single candy; it was an act so

are you spacing out for? See if it’s your favorite orange candy,” Remington said with a laugh in his voice. Seeing her not moving, he unwrapped a

then the sour–sweet taste of orange spread through

a similar sweetness in her heart.

reaching out

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her melting in her mouth. Lizette felt his rare tenderness; it felt like she was on

“It’s very sweet”

softened as he bent down

“Sull mad?”

but she couldn’t help but

little as she shook her head and said stubbornly, “I told

through her; he was now convinced that she was truly over

of exasperation and amusement, he tapped Lizetta on the

would demand gifts, cars, jewels, houses when they’re mad. Why are you still as easy to please as when you were a kid, all

mouth, took the remaining candies from Remington’s palm and

but Remington reached out with a

is, how could it be better than a bank card

her fist, stuffing the candies into her pocket and guarding them, “You found the candies yourself, and you can get more if you want. These are mine now.”

guarding her candies was like a cat protecting its food, or like