Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 262

Lizetta bent down to prop up Remington and walked towards the king–sized bed: Once at the bedside, Remington hung his head low, his thin lips curving slightly.

He was about to lie down, thinking to himself that little rascal Joseph knew a thing or two.

Just then, Lizetta suddenly let go of him, raised her foot, and planted a hefty kick right on the man’s upturned rear

*Oof!*

:བྷྲ ཎཱ ཎྜ བྷྲ པྟཱཿ , རྞྞ རྩྭཀྑཱུ

Remington’s large and heavy frame was actually sent sprawling onto the bed by her kick.

“Lizetta!”

Remington was momentarily shocked, shouting out in disbelief as he experienced something like this for the first time.

This wasn’t just like pulling a hair from a tiger’s head, it was practically like hopping on the tiger’s head for a joyride.

Lizetta used to be quite afraid of Remington. In her eyes, Remington had both the authority of a father or brother and the preciousness of someone in love.

She was always walking on eggshells to please him, fearing even a single frown from him.

But now she was ready to call it quits. Love was out the window, and all the rose–colored filters were shattered on the ground.

– she wa

She was all in for a broken pot falling off the shelf she wasn’t scared of him anymore.

–

crossed and her chin up, Lizetta quipped, “Wow, shouting so loudly, aren’t you? Not feeling weak anymore? I had

chuckled and tumed

in an instant, she was grabbed by a strong force

like a fierce

other hand, he yanked off his tie and started to undo his shirt

radiated a wild and untamed aura as he coolly curved his lips

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would be weak in bed? And I had no idea you liked hearing me

with anger and a hint

you

in bed what do you think?”

had already undone all his shirt buttons,

shirt wide open, he revealed a well–defined chest and washboard abs. His skin nów was slightly reddened from a hot tea burn, giving him an unexpectedly alluring look.

smell the unique scent of cool pine mixed with the clean, masculine fragrance emanating

blend of hormones.

breathing was erratic, a mix of panic, nervousness, anger, and a sense of breaking down as she bit

eyes.

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you bastard! We’re divorced! You’re about to become a daddy with another woman. Why are you still bothering me? I’m telling you, if you dare touch me today, I

struggling to deliver a threat. For someone who

order.

snort

your breath or you might just become the first woman to die from not