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.

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

grunt swirled into her ears,

ears turned an inappropriately

“Are you okay?”

away in a flurry, checking on him.

landed on Remington–worried it might have

clutched the back of his head, looking slightly

chest, ruining his white shirt

herself, threw down her cane, and waved

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

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

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

cover it, it’ll only swell up

of his head,

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

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

forehead, leaned back on

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

against her stomach was an indescribably tender moment,

unable to speak, even her