Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Since Remington thought she was just making a fuss, Lizetta decided she'd let him think that way. In that case, he wouldn't overthink things at least.

With a scoff, Lizetta pushed against the man's hold and sat up from his embrace, saying, "Mr. Dashiell, you're always caught up in a whirlwind of activities, handling a million things a day. If you weren't sincere about watching the show, you could've simply stayed away."

As Remington heard this, his eyes softened slightly, and his voice turned mellow, "How can you say I wasn't sincere? I had to leave because Stella suddenly felt phantom limb pain."

Lizetta cut him off with a cold laugh, "Oh, her phantom limb sure has a sense of timing."

"Lizetta!"

Remington's voice suddenly dropped, interrupting her acrid comments, a stern look crossing his face.

"Why have you become so mean?"

The sight of Stella tormented by her bloody phantom limb wasn't something one could fake.

Lizetta shivered at his harsh words, her face turning pale, her lips trembling slightly.

persistent attempts to woo her with his tenderness and care this period of

What? Found out I'm not as adorable as you thought, and now you can't keep up your act of deep affection? Then don't. Even I

eyes filled with scorn, yet the icy barrier around her heart seemed to

tightened, a storm brewing in his eyes as he stared at Lizetta as if he

met his gaze defiantly, her

Dashiell, Mr. Dashiell, it sounds

day, it gave him a headache. Remington finally uttered the

He couldn't scold her, couldn't argue; even a slightly harsh tone would

also turned away, looking out the

et

a while until Lizetta felt a chill around her neck. Looking down, she saw

droplet, at least seven or eight

for your performance.

a bit close to

gone to the auction for this reason. She felt a