Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 829

It was a man's familiar, deep voice that resonated on the line. Lizetta paused for a moment, pulling the phone away to glance at the screen, only to realize it was an unknown number. She brought the phone back to her ear, "What do you want?"

At that moment, Remington, phone in hand, was lounging on his office sofa. His work desk was adorned with a simple lunch, which he had no appetite for. Instead, he was eagerly anticipating the dinner he had planned with Lizetta. His iPad, resting on his lap, displayed a collection of reviews and photos of the hottest couple's restaurants in Zion City, curated by his friend Cedric. As Remington's slender fingers swiped through the options, he found an excuse to discuss their dinner plans with Lizetta, his fingertip momentarily hesitating. "Why are you upset? Did I accidentally make you angry again?" His voice conveyed a mix of worry and care, as if her happiness and sadness were of paramount importance to him. Lizetta felt a sudden pang in her heart, as if the profound disappointment she felt towards her biological father had been gently soothed by a warm hand. Without realizing it, her voice softened, "It's not you, it's nothing really."

him, Remington's expression darkened for a moment, but he didn't press further. Instead, he quickly searched online for something to lighten the mood, suddenly saying, "I heard a pretty funny joke today, want to hear it?" Lizetta was taken aback by the abrupt change in subject. Before she could decline, Remington had already

the funniest jokes, but all he got was this rubbish. He scrolled down quickly, then tried again, "A wife searches her husband thoroughly every day for any strands of another woman's hair. One day, after finding nothing, she still scolds him, 'Now you're

he was met with Lizetta's light laughter instead. His frown eased immediately, his fingers stopping their frantic search.

instead replying with a slight smile in his voice, "True, but they're still not as bad as

found. But Remington, typically reserved and emotionally distant, was hard to amuse. Her attempts often ended with her laughing alone, appearing foolish in her efforts to lift his spirits, receiving no more than