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

taking a seat

“Didn’t say you

much

for

Lizetta turned to pour him water and handed it over, urging. “Drink

took it with

saying, “Forget it

clicked his tongue but didn’t let go, “I’ll drink.”

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

1 want it.”

him to push his luck, and her

way, finish your water and

set tonight, there’s no way Lizetta

signed their divorce papers, for

leaned back on the

ask for your

“Mr. Dashiell, before you start barking orders, please remember, this ain’t the Starlight Group, nor

this is Zion City, and I call the shots

Lizetta was speechless.

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

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to the entrance tea tall and straight withitta quackly

about Joseph,

now, and the

heater

thought about the video Joseph had sent her, about Remington standing up for her

you want, but I don’t have a bed for you if you’re

Tine by me

could finish, the man turned and headed for the couch, casually tossing has