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!*

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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.

–

quipped, “Wow, shouting so loudly, aren’t you? Not feeling

and tumed to leave.

strong force and, before she knew it,

but Remington, like a fierce lion, pinned her hands above her head with

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

entire being radiated a wild and untamed aura as he

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I had no idea you liked hearing

anger and a hint of

you

man, a woman, spouses, in

undone all his shirt

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

pine mixed with the clean,

blend of hormones.

nervousness, anger, and a sense of breaking down as

eyes.

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are you still

moment, struggling to deliver a threat. For someone who

order.

out a snort of laughter

to me? If you really could, I’d advise you to save your breath or you might just become the first woman to die