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.

of that answer, glaring at him.

I still a kid? What’s stopping me from

and pinched Lizetta’s tear–moistened, chilly cheeks that were

and fussing now, you’re acting like a

you ticked me off!” Lizetta retorted, not

eyes, you will always be the kid who never grows up. Plus, don’t you have a clue about your

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

or two ago, she had

then, he had misunderstood that she drugged him four years

reckless and willful behavior indeed wasn’t mature

a mix of embarrassment and a secret sweetness swell in her

pursed her lips, “What’s wrong

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the gist

warm breath reaching her ear, his voice husky.

can you bear a child?” It took Lizetta a moment to realize what he meant by “down there,” and then she felt like she was thrown into a

was out of

just come of age, and coupled with the mismatch in size, Lizetta didn’t enjoy a single moment that night, it

next morning, the bed

up getting stitches at the hospital and was left with

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

did he know it

a mix of anger and embarrassment, looking down, “Liar, it’s been four years, it must have healed