Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 242OHMIBO

Remington eyer Lizetta’s icy face, tightenert tes grip on the steering wheel but let out a light cluble

“Don’t care at all, huh?”

Lizetta glanced at him, meeting his gare, and felt her heart uncontrollably skip a beat.

But her response was linn, “Not a bur”

Once bitten, twice shy, she couldn’t help but suspect he was pulling the wool over her eyes again.

Remington felt as if he’d been struck by an invisible arrow in the chest, and he scoffed softly, saying.

“Great, you just forget how I mined you‘

Lizetta had been called an ingrate by him before, and this comment wasnt far off, but it oddly carried an indescribable extra layer of affection and indulgence

Remington seemed a bit different tonight.

Her ears tingled, her heart raced, she feigned a yawn, and then she closed

“So sleepy, gonna catch some z

Remington didn’t respond, and after a while, he turned to look at the woman’s closed eyes and the slightly trembling lashes, his lips curling slightly

Downstairs now.

Remington leaned over to pick up Joseph, and Lizetta led the way to lay him on her bed.

“There, you better scoot now, just have someone pick up Joseph in the morning.”

Lizetta was quick to shoo him away, not even offering a drop of water as hospitality.

Remington’s paze swept across the small bedroom, settling on two large boxes and a suitcase in the comer

“Packing up already?” he inquired

Joseph stirred on the bed, and Lizetta, worried about waking him, gestured for Remington to talk in the living room.

After closing the bedroom door, she turned and said, “Yeah, slowly getting things sorted.”

her imminent departure, a gloom settling

strode over surprisingly taking a

say you

too much to fetch a glass of

water for me,

her teeth, Lizetta turned to pour him water and handed it over, urging.

it with a

the glass back, saying,

didn’t let go,

declared, “I’m

1 want it.”

expected him to push his luck, and

your water and get

wasn’t coming back from the set tonight, there’s no way Lizetta would let Remington

signed their divorce papers, for crying

glass on the coffee table, leaned back on the sofa, loosened his tie, and crossed his legs

ask for your permission”

barking orders, please remember, this ain’t the Starlight Group, nor is it the Dashiell family home.”

“But this is Zion City, and I call the shots in Zion City.”

Lizetta was speechless.

he indeed had the final say; even if Lizetta called

09:51

fury, while a gint of

I he kick up

scenes he described, her expresston tam

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up, Torget it, 1 step in the car, just filter if you

made his way to the entrance tea tall and straight withitta quackly reaching

about Joseph, with no

was winter now, and the

kept the heater on in

Remington standing up for her today, and with

bed for you if you’re willing to rough it on the court

Tine by me

the couch, casually tossing has