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?

tumed

force and, before

limbs, but Remington, like a fierce lion, pinned her hands above her head with one hand.

on her legs, and with his other hand, he yanked off his tie and started to undo his

radiated a wild and untamed aura as he coolly

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in bed? And I had no idea you

her words. Lizetta’s face turned crimson with anger and a

you doing?”

a woman, spouses, in bed what do you think?”

shirt buttons, and pulled the shirttails out of his

nów was slightly reddened

pine mixed with the clean, masculine fragrance emanating from him

blend of hormones.

of panic, nervousness, anger, and a sense of breaking down as she bit

eyes.

ཟན £ ༤༅ ཧོ ྃ ༤ ནོ༅ ཧ ཚ

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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,

to deliver a threat. For someone who had played the good girl for too long, it was a

order.

couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter at her flustered, beet–red

to save your breath or you