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.

and the man’s thin lips buried into the nape of Lizetta’s neck with a low grunt.

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

inappropriately bright shade of

“Are you okay?”

in a flurry,

had landed on Remington–worried it might

as if worrying summoned the problem, Remington clutched the back of his

his chest, ruining his white shirt

Fiona’s heart softened despite herself, threw down her cane, and

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

don’t

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 head.

it’ll only swell

back of his head, frantically searching

his luscious locks were a curse, making the search for the wound

you feel now? Where exactly is it? I can’t seem to find

back on the sofa. “Dizzy and

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

her stomach was an indescribably

if under a spell, unable to speak,