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.”

a gloom settling in

over surprisingly taking a seat on the couch.

frowned. “Didn’t say you

not too much to fetch a glass

for me,

turned to pour him water and

with a

Lizetta snatched the glass back, saying, “Forget it if you

clicked his tongue but didn’t let

sip, then declared, “I’m

1 want it.”

expected him to push his luck, and her

way, finish your water and

wasn’t coming back from the set tonight,

just signed their divorce papers, for crying out loud!

another sip, then set the glass on the coffee table, leaned back

for your

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

Zion City, and I call the

Lizetta was speechless.

he indeed had the final say; even if Lizetta called the cops, they wouldn’t dare evict this big shot.

09:51

picture of bottled up fury, while a gint of amusement hashed in falángtörts

the night. I he kick up a fuss, you wont be sule to get him

about the scenes he described, her expresston tam with in

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Torget it, 1 step in the car, just filter

made his way to the entrance tea tall and straight withitta

seemed to be genuinely concement about Joseph,

winter now, and the

the heater on in the

standing up for her today, and with gritted teeth, that

I don’t have a bed for you if you’re willing to rough it on the court then

Tine by me

she could finish, the man turned and headed for the couch, casually