Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Remington gently lifted the unconscious Lizetta into his arms, when from a distance, Camille saw what was happening and hurried over.

Just as Remington was about to close the car door, Camille stopped him.

"Remington, what are you doing?"

"Camille, you've been through a lot today. Go home and rest. We'll sort this out ourselves."

Remington didn't look at Camille, his focus solely on adjusting Lizetta's position in his arms.

Camille frowned, "Remington, don't you know Liz well enough? Forcing her like this will only lead to regret!"

Finally, Remington glanced at Camille, his large hand gently caressing the hair of the woman in his arms, his voice hoarse, "All I know is that those who love each other should be together."

Not something Remington would typically say, and Camille was slightly taken aback, releasing her grip involuntarily.

By the time she came back to her senses, Remington had already shut the car door, and the vehicle sped away. Lizetta woke up from a nightmare, her head heavy and foggy.

she opened her eyes to find

their application void. Feeling utterly

feel unwell anywhere? How about getting up and

the bed. His tall figure stood and approached, looking down at

had felt his gaze

deliberately ignored it, and now, without lifting her eyelids, she showed

all day. Even if

Perhaps she was too hungry to feel it, but she didn't feel starving or have

away, she was about to pull the covers

you planning to ignore me and

as

gaze was intense, hers cold,

hitched, his jaw

You could've taken her to the wedding today, actually. I

rejection was clear; she really was pushing him away. It seemed she truly didn't

gripping on the woman's arm trembled slightly, his face paling. Eventually, he let go, "I'll take it as you speaking