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.

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

heat and the sound of his grunt swirled into

inappropriately

“Are you okay?”

pushed Remington away in a flurry, checking

didn’t know where Fiona’s hit had landed on Remington–worried it might have

the problem, Remington clutched the back of his head, looking slightly pained.

also spilled all over his chest, ruining his

down her cane, and waved

will you? The guy’s not exactly emotionally intelligent–don’t let him turn

rest for a bit, don’t worry. I’ll come back later to chat with you.”

led Remington out, not 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

only swell up more. Are

the back of his head, frantically searching through his thick, soft

his luscious locks were a curse, making the search for the wound all the more difficult. Lizetta

exactly is it?

his forehead, leaned back on the sofa. “Dizzy and nauseous.”

body swayed, and his handsome face landed right on Lizetta’s belly, arms

his face against her stomach was an indescribably

a spell, unable