Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

He turned around, and Lizetta's gaze fell on the man's right shoulder as she lay on the bed.

She hadn't noticed Remington was injured initially. It was only after hearing Ray's words that she spotted the cut on the right side of his back.

He was wearing a black sweater, so the wound wasn't visible, but there was a patch stained with blood.

Lizetta clenched her hands, "Is it serious? You should get it treated."

She couldn't remain indifferent.

And for Remington, it was finally hearing the words he longed to hear from her.

He was pleasantly surprised.

A slight smile curved his lips, unable to suppress his delight, as he quickly approached Lizetta, taking her hands in his.

"You do care about me, don't deny it! You can't deny it."

He said, prying open her tightly clasped hands, revealing crescent marks on her palm.

They were marks she had unconsciously made upon hearing he was injured.

Lizetta, flustered and frustrated, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, tried to withdraw her hand from Remington's grasp, annoyed.

I do care, it's only because you

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my wishful thinking. I just want you to care, to notice me. Liz, your coldness is killing me, hurts way more than the wound on my

guided her hand to rub over

deep and teasing as he looked

usually stoic man was making such a direct

his warmth and heartbeat under her palm, as if

her hand away,

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him,

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lips pressed against hers, catching her slightly

The kiss was unexpected.

Lizetta react

her cheeks and head

fleas stunned, forgetting to

flushed with anger, driving

or push him

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