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,

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

tear–moistened, chilly cheeks that

now, you’re acting like a kid.”

‘cause you ticked me off!” Lizetta

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

wanted to wait a

or two ago, she had celebrated her

four years ago to

eyes, her reckless and willful behavior indeed wasn’t

sweetness swell in her

lips, “What’s wrong

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looked down, his warm breath reaching her ear, his voice husky.

a child?” It took Lizetta a moment to realize what he meant by “down there,” and then she

was out of it that night, truly

and coupled with the mismatch in size, Lizetta didn’t

she woke up the next morning, the bed

hospital and was left with that scar.

that scar–she had never even dared

he know it was

anger and embarrassment, looking down, “Liar, it’s been four years, it must