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!

that instant, Lizetta was like frozen in place, totally tense,

at her, and teased, “Since when did you get such a sweet

mix of flustered and miffed, and she pushed Remington

plump! I’m

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

her bedroom door shut with a vengeance and double–locking it, Lizetta flopped onto the bed, still fuming and

stomach

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

the hunger, but the baby

Lizetta crawled out of bed again. She sneaked open the door just a crack, peeking out to see if Remington

the air was filled with the

and tiptoed toward the

the tall figure in the kitchen to turn and look her

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

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

will be ready soon,

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

tornatoes. He brought them to the table–an enticing feast

was a

Dashiell family. Even though Remington