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!

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

out a chuckle, looked up at her, and teased, “Since when did you

mix of flustered and miffed, and she pushed Remington

plump! I’m off

off, leaving Remington with a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched her

vengeance and double–locking it, Lizetta flopped onto

stomach

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

handle the hunger, but the baby couldn’t.

just a crack, peeking out

was empty, and the air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of

tiptoed toward

footsteps caused the tall figure in the kitchen to turn and

was, in a white shirt and black 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 glow of the overhead light. He was surrounded by the homely scent of cooking. It was like a scene

stood there, dumbstruck at the doorway, until Remington’s calm voice invited her in.

pasta will be ready soon, grab the tableware.”

her daze and, with a quick bow of her head and rapid blinking, she

two bowls of pastas with beef and tornatoes. He brought them to the table–an enticing feast

was a familiar

Lizetta was a growing girl who was always hungry, she wasn’t the real deal in the Dashiell family. Even though Remington had her back and Fiona doted