Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Remington's jaw clenched tight as he gazed deeply into the foggy depths of Lizetta's eyes.

He gritted his teeth, "You're never an outsider to me, not before, and definitely not in the future!"

Lizetta's breath hitched, and she quickly looked away, flustered.

After applying some ointment, Remington sat down beside her, wiping his fingers with a tissue, and said, "Mind helping me with this?"

Lizetta turned to him, puzzled, "Help with what?"

He tilted his chin, revealing a slender scratch on his neck, barely breaking the skin.

"It's just a small scratch; it doesn't need any ointment," Lizetta tried to brush it off.

But Remington gave her a wounded, reproachful look, "How can you be so heartless? I got this because of you. It's only fair you help me since I've helped you."

The scratch had come about during a scuffle between Ethan and Wendy, who had started clawing wildly. Amidst the chaos, Remington had pulled Lizetta to safety, likely getting scratched in the process. Lizetta felt a twinge of guilt.

Standing up, she fetched a cotton swab and some iodine, leaning in to carefully treat his wound.

seconds and about to stand up

it properly? Wendy's got those fancy manicures and lovers all over

his germophobia and Wendy's notorious lifestyle, Lizetta felt

and started cleaning the wound more

her closely, a small smile playing

care about me after

her ear, making

tangled in Remington's watch, eliciting a

gently pulling her onto

"Remington!"

soon," he assured her, carefully untangling her hair from

in contrast to Lizetta's panicky demeanor, making her seem overly

Lizetta urged, "Hurry up."

you've wrapped it too

me

at her. It

had been watching, she

that she was still sitting on Remington's