Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 744

Two car horns blared suddenly from the lane next to them, startling Lizetta. She instinctively pushed her hand against Jerome's shoulder.

Jerome, in turn, moved a bit to the side, casting a cold glance at the sleek black Bentley next to them. His gaze seemed to pierce through the tinted windows, locking eyes with the curious observer inside. Lizetta, however, didn't give it much thought, assuming the other car had just happened to honk its horn. Her mind snapped back to the present, urging Jerome.

"The light's green."

Jerome withdrew his gaze, gently tucking a stray lock of Lizetta's hair behind her ear, before leisurely pulling the car back into traffic.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

His eyes briefly scanned the Bentley that was keeping pace with them, before he looked back at Lizetta.

The question.

Right, Jerome had mentioned he wanted to revert to his original last name. Harris-his mother's surname.

"Why do you suddenly want to go back to it?"

Jerome's lips twitched slightly. "I took the Madden name because Grandpa was worried I was too young and vulnerable on my own. Now that you've returned to the Madden family, with a legitimate heiress in the family, and you're set to join the company, I should revert to my original surname."

and his brother-in-law, Conrad. Andrea, still in college, hadn't yet

however, was different from Andrea. Despite being the same age, Lizetta had already

his original surname was also a declaration that only Ms. Madden was the legitimate heiress of

understood his

waved her

Grandma and

ne, it

change your name, would hurt them, and I don't want

at Lizetta intently,

about these things, but Liz, don't you understand the

with the

Jerome's gaze, Lizetta's heart

beat. How could she

understand? She had already

Maddens. If Jerome were to be with her, he'd have to revert to

gaze swiftly shifting away as she said hurriedly, “I think things are fine as they are,

a flash of sadness and disappointment crossing his eyes. The conversation left the car

chill from the back seat, timidly suggesting. "Sir, Maple Cottage is just ahead.