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

surprisingly taking a seat on the couch.

frowned. “Didn’t say you could

thirsty, it’s not too much to fetch a glass

for me, right?”

him water and

with a frown, “Cold?”

glass back, saying, “Forget it

didn’t let go, “I’ll drink.”

declared, “I’m staying

1 want it.”

expected him to push his luck, and her

way, finish your water and

set tonight, there’s no way Lizetta would let Remington stay.

signed their divorce papers, for crying out loud!

back on the sofa, loosened his tie, and crossed his legs

didn’t ask for your

start barking orders, please remember, this ain’t the Starlight Group, nor is it the Dashiell

Zion City, and I call the

Lizetta was speechless.

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

09:51

was a picture of bottled up fury, while a gint of amusement hashed

he kick up a fuss, you

he described, her expresston tam with in

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it, 1 step in the car, just

way to the entrance tea tall and

to be genuinely concement about Joseph, with

winter now, and the car

he kept the heater on

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

bed for you

Tine by me

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