Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 199

The coolness suddenly snapped Lizetta awake.

Her eyes flew open, and in a flurry, she shoved the man on top of her.

Remington felt her resistance and let go, lifting his head.

Lizetta’s face was flushed as she turned her head away, gasping for air with a soft whimper.

“No, don’t.”

Remington froze, with his Adam’s apple bobbing; he had used all his self–control to roll off

her. He unzipped his hoodie and stood up, heading over to the window.

Lizetta sat up silently, awkwardly fixing her messy clothes and hair.

She hung her head low, trying to calm her nerves.

Behind her, Remington’s voice broke the silence, “Your hair is still wet, come over here.”

Lizetta looked back and saw him back to his normal self; with a hairdryer plugged in, he gestured her to come over.

With her hair still damp, she got up and walked over.

“I’ve got it.”

on her shoulders, making her sit on the

switch, and warm air started to blow

up straight, feeling his fingers gently weaving

hair was nice–silky and straight, thick and dense. Remington seemed quite taken, spending

the dryer, Lizetta suddenly looked up

you fed me that day? Do you still remember it?”

the dryer, “Which day are we talking about?*

day you brought me back to the Dashiell family,

thought for a moment, but the details were a blur, even though he

look on his face, Lizetta knew he had forgotten

nearly died at the hands of Hans Gardenia. It was a close shave, and all I could see was red, and the taste of

me. Then you popped an orange candy in my mouth, and I still remember what you

check you out, and I will give you a whole jar of these candies, okay? There are other flavors too. Liz, wanna

seemed to grasp at a faint memory.

chuckled, with his lips curving slightly, “So, I managed to cheer you up with just a candy back

while her gaze

this was the first candy she had tasted in two years since being abandoned by her parents from the Hawthorne family at the

candy was

with candies again, and it was like a

a jar full

remained the orange–flavored ones; she always remembered the

years, that’s the only trick you’ve got!” Lizetta playfully stuck her tongue

unusual hint of amusement, which made