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.

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

as adorable as you thought, and

scorn, yet the icy barrier around her heart seemed to crack, aching

his eyes as he stared at Lizetta

met his gaze defiantly, her eyes

Dashiell, Mr. Dashiell, it sounds so

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

reached out and massaged the bridge of his nose, overwhelmed and helpless against her. He couldn't scold her,

looking

et

for a while until Lizetta felt a chill around her neck. Looking down, she saw a diamond necklace cascading

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

yesterday, a gift for your performance. Congratulations

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

he'd gone to the auction for this reason. She felt a lump in her throat, saying, "You