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.

in the man's persistent attempts to woo her with his tenderness and care

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

a mocking smile, her eyes filled with scorn, yet the icy barrier

he

gaze defiantly, her eyes

Dashiell, it sounds

Remington finally uttered the words after a long while, and then coldly turned

bridge of his nose, overwhelmed and helpless against her. He couldn't scold her, couldn't argue; even

away, looking out the

et

car was tense for a while until Lizetta felt a chill around her neck. Looking down, she saw

deep, dreamy purple-pink diamond droplet, at least seven or eight carats, set in a simple classic

the auction yesterday, a gift for your performance. Congratulations

clasping the necklace around her neck, a bit close to her, his

reason. She felt a lump in her throat,