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.”

thought about her imminent departure, a gloom settling in

over surprisingly taking a seat on the couch.

frowned. “Didn’t say you could sit.”

thirsty, it’s not too much to fetch a

for me,

to pour him water and handed it over, urging.

it with a

back, saying, “Forget it if you don’t

didn’t let go,

sip, then declared, “I’m staying over tonight”

1 want it.”

his luck, and her

water and

the set tonight, there’s no way Lizetta would

just signed their divorce papers, for crying

set the glass on the coffee table, leaned back

for your permission”

disbelief, “Mr. Dashiell, before you start barking orders, please remember, this ain’t the Starlight Group,

Zion City, and

Lizetta was speechless.

he indeed had the final say; even if Lizetta called the cops, they wouldn’t dare

09:51

bottled up fury, while a gint of amusement hashed

the night. I he kick up a

described, her expresston tam with

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in the car, just filter if you

way to the entrance tea tall

be genuinely concement about Joseph, with

winter now,

he kept the heater on in

standing up for her today, and with gritted teeth, that finally spoke up.

bed for

Tine by me

turned and headed for the