Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 261

Lizetta sadly realized that no matter how cool and indifferent she tried to appear on the surface, her heart still skipped a beat and raced whenever Remington said something like that. She couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, he didn’t completely lack affection for her

But she quickly snapped out of it, biting her lip. She bitterly thought to herself that it was all just Remington’s possessiveness rearing its ugly head. Even though she was his ex–wife, the woman he had cast aside, he couldn’t stand the thought of someone else getting their hands on her.

He had always been this domineering, and his assets only fueled his arrogance. What he said had nothing to do with love, really. If she took it seriously, she’d be the joke of the century.

Still, with Remington acting like this, Lizetta couldn’t help but worry about whether she’d be able to leave the country smoothly the next day.

In the room.

Fiona was speechless for a moment, then burst into laughter. The usually graceful matriarch let loose some choice words, “Bullshit! The divorce is almost final, and you want to mess with Liz’s second shot at happiness, hold her back for life? Get lost, just get the hell out of here!”

Fiona swung her cane, chasing after Remington to land another hit.

As the commotion headed towards the door, Lizetta instinctively pushed it open.

Little did she know that Fiona was aiming this way, and as Remington dodged, the cane came swooping down from the heavens straight for Lizetta’s face.

Lizetta closed her eyes in fright, but the expected pain never arrived.

Instead, she found herself wrapped up in the familiar and warm embrace of a man, protected so tightly not even air could get through.

of the cane’s impact sounded, and the man’s thin lips buried into the nape of

heat and the sound of his grunt swirled into her ears, tickling her silly.

inappropriately bright shade of red.

“Are you okay?”

pushed Remington away in

know where Fiona’s hit had landed on Remington–worried

clutched the back

his chest, ruining his white shirt and steaming up

heart softened despite herself, threw down her

The guy’s not exactly

busily, “Grandma, you rest for a bit, don’t

far to their bedroom that Fiona had reserved for them in the family mansion. Lizetta helped Remington into the room, had him sit on the sofa, and anxiously began to check the injury on his

it’ll only swell up more. Are

back of his head, frantically searching through his thick,

the search for the wound all the more difficult. Lizetta fretted and asked again.

now? Where exactly is it? I

on

swayed, and his handsome face landed right

face against her stomach was an indescribably tender moment, the closest he’d been to her

if under a spell, unable to speak, even her breathing