Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 328

Of course, there was no one else but him.

But before she could ponder further, the spot on her lower back where she had bumped into the comer of the table flared up in pain due to his sudden forceful movement.

Lizetta winced in pain, letting out a soft groan

“What’s wrong?” Remington’s expression changed instantly.

Lizetta reached for her lower back, “I bumped into the table comer back in the room.

Remington’s face turned grim in an instant, his voice laced with urgency.

“Bumped? Does it hurt a lot? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else? Why didn’t you tell me earlier!”

Without hesitation, the man bent down, scooped Lizetta into his arms, and started making his way swiftly towards the elevator

Lizetta was taken aback by his maction, urging him anxiously

“Put me down! You’re injured too, I don’t need this kind of attention. It’s just a little sore, not a stomachache, I’m really okay!”

But it was him, with his wounds on his torso.

It would be odd if his wounds didn’t split open with that kind of exertion.

Lizetta was frantic, and only after Remington triple–checked that she was truly alright did he finally set her down.

the room, Remington’s wound indeed looked worse, the bandages stained

the gauze, Lizetta finally saw the extent of the knife wound – even stitched

teared up, her heart aching for

to save it for those in more critical need. Please, take extra care of

to Remington in a reprimanding manner, only to find herself the subject of scrutiny the next moment. The doctor looked at her “Mrs. Dashiell, you need to cooperate. Although it’s admirable how much love you

nodded again, only to realize

Strenuous activities?

Love? Refrain?

be the same doctor’s interpretation, and her face turned beet red, shaking her head vehemently, but the doctor was

Remington, who maintained

“Understood.”

Lizetta glared at

near me until we’re out

her face flushed red,

do, come here, let

fine,

was treating him

get off the bed,

sit with her back to him, then he lifted her shirt

was bruised, a mix of purple and

bad? i’ll go find some ointmentTM

“No need, I’m always bumping and bruising from dance practice. Most ointments have some blood circulation properties, and its bad for

Lizetta felt a gentle, warm touch on the injured