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

surprisingly taking a

say

much to

water for me,

to pour him water

took it with a frown, “Cold?”

saying, “Forget it if you

but didn’t let go, “I’ll

a sip, then declared, “I’m staying

1 want it.”

hadn’t expected him to push his luck, and her

way, finish your water and

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

signed their divorce papers, for crying

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

didn’t ask for

laughing in disbelief, “Mr. Dashiell, before you start barking orders, please remember,

Zion City, and I call

Lizetta was speechless.

indeed had the final say; even if Lizetta

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bottled up fury, while a gint

a nechined any time during the night. I he kick up a fuss, you wont be sule to get him to the hospital on

thought about the scenes he described, her expresston tam with in

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

the entrance tea tall and straight withitta quackly reaching a foyer

to be genuinely concement about Joseph, with no sterior motives

now, and the car

he kept the heater on in

video Joseph had sent her, about Remington standing up

but I don’t have a bed for you if you’re willing to

Tine by me

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