Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 758

"Get in my car," Remington insisted before Lizetta could even nod in agreement, his grip on her arm tightening abruptly, a storm brewing in his deep eyes.

"Is he coming to dinner too?" Lizetta glanced at Remington, her tone light. "I didn't say I was inviting Mr. Dashiell alone, did I? Is there a problem?"

Her casual remark seemed to infuriate Remington even further. She hadn't made it explicitly clear. Yet, Remington felt as though he'd been played for a fool, having dressed up and looked forward to this day, now feeling utterly ridiculous.

But walking away in anger would probably delight Jerome the most, which was the last thing Remington wanted. Gritting his teeth, Remington managed to say through clenched jaws, "No problem, just get in my car! We need to talk."

Seeing his stern and forbidding look, Lizetta hesitated, fearing Remington might lose his temper again. That's when Jerome chimed in.

"Liz, Grandma and Grandpa are going to call later. They want to know how your first day went," he reminded her gently.

Instantly, Lizetta tried to shake off Remington's grip, "Mr. Dashiell, you heard. I..."

and halfway through her sentence, she found herself being pulled closer into Remington's arms by a strong tug. Simultaneously,

felt her soul nearly leap out

"Let go!"

"You're hurting her!"

once, their glares locking in a fierce duel. Lizetta felt a headache coming on, her appetite for dinner

exclaimed, "Both of you, let go of

angry. Remington and Jerome released her at the same time, and Lizetta, shaking

watched Remington, whose mood had visibly darkened. Just as he was about to follow Lizetta, she got into the passenger seat and slammed the car door shut. Jerome paused, a hint of surprise on his face

driver, who worked for the Madden family and knew how much Nelson and Jerome doted on the

drive away, each snorting coldly. Remington turned and headed towards his own car, with Jerome following behind to pull

"Does Mr. Madden see me as

miss the chance to have dinner with her. Jerome raised an

if Mr. Dashiell