Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 293

Lizetta straddled Remington’s lap, arched her back n bit, and rubbed her belly, locking eyes with

Remington

“Spill the beans to Joy right now, why the heck did you push me to pop birth control pills, and what’s with the nasty talk?”

She puffed up her cheeks, looking all fierce, but her lashes were wot, and her bright, doe eyes seemed to be brimming with hurt.

Remington’s fingers lightly grazed the moist, curled lashes still clinging to the corner of her eyes.

The dampness touched the pads of his fingers, and as he rubbed them together, his heart felt a tinge of moisture too.

“Making you take birth control was indeed ‘cause I didn’t want us having a baby.”

Lizetta’s eyes brimmed with warmth, and her nose tinged pink.

Seeing her on the verge of tears again, Remington, utterly exasperated, leaned in and kissed the corner of her eye.

“Don’t jump to conclusions. I just don’t want a baby right now, doesn’t mean I don’t want one ever.”

“But why?”

“What else could it be? You’re still a kid yourself, how can you be ready to be a mom?”

Remington looked at her puzzled face and felt even more helpless.

any of that answer, glaring

how am I still a kid? What’s stopping me from being

chilly cheeks that were all

way you’re crying and fussing now, you’re acting like

me off!” Lizetta retorted, not

into his embrace, whispering, “Alright, alright, maybe in my eyes, you will always be the kid who never grows up. Plus, don’t you have a clue about

did think that Lizetta was still young and wanted to wait a couple more years

just a month or two ago, she had

had misunderstood that she drugged him four years ago to dodge a marriage to the

willful

secret sweetness swell in her

lips, “What’s

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gist of what he

looked down, his warm breath reaching her

can you bear a child?” It took Lizetta a moment to realize what he meant by “down there,” and

time, he was out of it that night, truly

and coupled with the mismatch in size, Lizetta didn’t enjoy a single moment that

woke up the next morning, the bed was

getting stitches at the hospital

that scar–she had never even dared to look at it

it was still there?

looking down, “Liar, it’s been four years, it must have healed