Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 325

With one arm, he cradled Lizetta’s head, steadying her gently

Lizetta was deep in sleep, showing no signs of waking. Hogan hesitated for a moment before removing his coat and draping it over Lizetta.

He sat down next to her, pulling out his phone, only for his shoulder to suddenly feel heavier.

Hogan’s breath hitched as he slowly turned his head to find Lizetta asleep again, her head now resting on his shoulder

Her soft hair brushed against his neck, carrying with it a faint scent of jasmine, unsettling his heart.

Hogan tensed, fully aware that she was asleep and oblivious to everything.

He knew he should move away or wake her up.

But in that moment, he couldn’t bring himself to do either. His fists clenched on his knees, he allowed himself a moment of selfish indulgence.

When Remington stepped out of the hospital room, he was greeted by this sight.

On the bench across the hall, the slender, beautiful woman lay in a peaceful pose, resting on the shoulder of the refined and composed man, covered with his coat.

instantly, his voice sharp

awake, Lizetta, in her drowsiness,

beside her, she instinctively thought

her arms around the man’s waist, her

she was forcefully lifted from the bench by her arm and

wrapped in fell

Lizetta opened her eyes, her gaze

at Hogan standing up not far away, then up at the particularly upset Remington, Lizetta

Remington looked down at her coldly.

were you just hugging? Can’t even recognize your own husband?”

Remington thought of how she had just made her way into another man’s arms right in

feeling unjustly chastised.

defend herself, Hogan, frowning, intervened.

with her? She’s pregnant, and yet you left her to sleep on a bench in a hallway. Do you have any idea how troublesome it can be if a pregnant woman catches a cold? Mr. Dashiell, if

the fire. Remington’s eyes stormed with fury as he circled Lizetta’s waist.

concern. Seems like

Lizetta’s waist was iron–strong.