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.

–

chin up, Lizetta quipped, “Wow, shouting so loudly, aren’t you? Not feeling weak anymore?

and tumed

was grabbed by a strong force and, before she knew it, Lizetta found herself

her limbs, but Remington, like a fierce lion, pinned her hands

down on her legs, and with his other hand, he yanked

being 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 moan on the bed, did I?”

her words. Lizetta’s face turned crimson with anger and a hint of fear,

you

in bed what do

had already undone all his shirt buttons, and pulled the shirttails

chest and washboard abs. His skin nów was slightly reddened from a hot tea burn, giving him an unexpectedly alluring look.

mixed with the clean, masculine

blend of hormones.

nervousness, anger, and a sense of breaking

eyes.

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daddy with another woman. Why are you still bothering me? I’m telling you, if you

moment, struggling to deliver a threat. For someone who had

order.

a snort of laughter at her flustered,

I’d advise you to save your breath or you might just become the