Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta had always been a bit of a homebody, but finding herself in this situation while out and about was a whole different story. She felt a twinge of embarrassment as Remington glanced down at her with a stern look.

"Behave," he said, quickening his pace.

Lizetta couldn't help but gaze up at the sharp, defined jawline of the man before her; curiosity started to get the better of her.

"Is this really appropriate for you to meet your childhood friend like this, holding me in your arms?"

Remington, catching the hint of jealousy in her voice, looked down with a slight smirk, and stopped in his tracks.

"You're right, maybe you should get down."

Before he could finish his sentence, she instinctively tightened her grip around his neck.

He let out a light chuckle, amused by her actions.

"You said one thing but wanted another."

punched his

had already stepped

felt her heart race, as she was a

as she had left it,

who carried a plate of assorted fruits. She paused upon

"Mr. Dashiell?"

she hadn't been

Dashiell"? Lizetta remembered

Remington questioningly, but he simply nodded towards

Lizetta. "It's you? We met before, in the restroom of that

I never got the chance to properly thank

off, but Lizetta noticed that she was wearing a glove on

voice chimed from the

I've washed the strawberries; they're super clean

girl, about four or five, holding a small bowl of strawberries, stepping out of the kitchen. She shyly hid