Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 243

But once she said something, it was kinda hard to take it back.

Lizetta trying to keep her cool, trudged back to her room and, without much fanfare, tossed a blanket at Remington, who was sprawled

on the couch

With her face set in a pout, she was about to turn on her heel and leave when suddenly, a weird noise cut through the silence

It was so loud in the quiet room.

Lizetta and Remington exchanged puzzled looks as the sound made a comeback, twisting and turning through the air.

It took a moment for Lizetta to realize it was her stomach growling

Her cheeks instantly turned beet red.

Talk about embarrassing, especially when she was trying to play it all ice queen!

Just as she was about to cover her belly and make a break for it, the guy lifted his hand, and his big palm unexpectedly landed on Lizetta’s tummy, giving it a couple of gentle pats.

Lizetta had shrugged off her coat, leaving her in just a thin, clingy knit top, so the warmth and pressure from his hand were unmistakably felt

And geet, he was patting her baby bump!

frozen in place, totally tense, with her heart racing a mile a

let out a chuckle, looked up at her, and teased, “Since when did you get such a sweet

mix of flustered and miffed, and she

plump! I’m

spun around and stormed off, leaving Remington with a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched her

bedroom door shut with a vengeance and double–locking it, Lizetta flopped onto

stomach

was starving was so hard. She tossed and turned for ages, getting hungrier by the minute.

the hunger, but the baby

crack, peeking out to see if Remington was asleep so she could scavenge for some snacks.

air was filled with the

and tiptoed toward the

in the kitchen to turn

trousers, the top buttons undone, sleeves casually rolled up to the elbows, revealing a nicely defined collarbone and toned forearms, all bathed in the soft, yellow

doorway, until Remington’s calm voice invited her in.

will be ready soon, grab

and, with a quick bow of her head and

of pastas with beef and tornatoes. He

was a

in the Dashiell family. Even though Remington had her back and