Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 284

When Remington reached out to help Lizetta fuck a strand of hair behind her ear for the umpteenth time, she blocked his hand.

She turned to look at him, “Remi, aren’t you gonna grab a bite?”

It seemed like Remington had been so busy fussing over her that he hadn’t even touched his silverware.

“I had a bite earlier. I’m good just watching you eat.”

Lizetta was left speechless

But being watched like a hawk while eating was kind of a pressure cooker for her.

“I’ll get indigestion, what are you up to?”

Lizetta put down her utensils and faced Remington, deciding to ditch the meal altogether.

A shadow passed over Remington’s deep eyes. He just wanted to have a meal with her, and now she was talking indigestion.

Remington’s lips pressed into a thin line, he nodded slightly, and stood up.

“I’ll be in the living room. Have a little more to eat.”

He strode towards the living room, leaving Lizetta biting her lip, sensing a tinge of loneliness in his departing figure.

She instantly felt a pang of guilt, as if she’d done something to wound him.

of being a lapdog!

no how.

slapped her head and kept on eating.

she found Remington on the couch scrolling through his phone, bathed

had been

was more like him, and it actually helped

on the

“Where’s my phone?”

for it earlier in her room

Yolanda she’d check in upon landing, and she hadn’t yet, probably leaving her friend. worried

responding to her question, Remington grabbed Lizetta’s hand, saying, “I’m keeping your phone for now. You’ll get it back once you’ve sorted things out

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realizing what you should tell me, and understanding that leaving me isn’t the smartest move.”

low and

the domineering undertone sent a

hit her that Remington’s interference wasn’t a whim, not just because he was irked by her escape, wanting to shame her

serious—he had

turning her whole plan

struggled to crack open was slammed shut with a

livid, yanking her hand back and grabbing a cushion to hurl at

sort out! You’re the one who needs a reality check, Remington–are you

cushion effortlessly, his eyebrows not even