Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 896

Listening to her voice, tinged with a mix of careful consideration and palpable anxiety, he felt a sourness at the tip of his nose.

"You were really out of line back then. I was so mad at you, thought I could never forgive you..."

Hearing her voice laden with grievance, Remington's heart clenched in pain.

The regret and sorrow weighed heavier on his handsome face as it rested on her shoulder.

If only he could, he'd travel back in time to give his stubborn, foolish past self a good thrashing.

He had wanted to protect and take care of her, yet he always ended up being the one who hurt her the most.

Holding Lizetta's hand, his large palm enveloping her small fist, he pulled it towards his chest, gently saying,

"I know, it's all my fault. Grandma even told me to let go, but after Daisy passed, and you were so set on leaving, refusing to even glance at me, I was terrified. I feared that letting go meant losing you forever. I desperately wanted to return to those times when you relied on me, thinking that as long as I was there for you, day and night, taking care of you, being by your side, we could go back..."

Remington's voice was low, filled with repentance and apology. He lifted his gaze, looking into her slightly reddened eyes, earnest and serious.

"Liz, I promise I won't do anything against your wishes again. I'll respect your decisions. You believe me, right? I misspoke earlier, it wasn't what I really thought. If I ever restrict your freedom again, let me..."

He was eager to clear any doubts she might have, reiterating his point tirelessly.

value and caution in his

might still not believe him, he even raised his right

let him finish, placing her

I didn't believe you. And you're making a vow? How childish

was as

heart uncontrollably pounding inside

and concern in his eyes seemed to ignite, growing warmer

intense gaze. She instinctively wanted to

Remington suddenlynet

wrist. .

her

pleased, gentle smile, and he

his teeth.

Lizetta's fingertips

you

few times before reluctantly letting go of her fingers. His long, strong fingers intertwined with hers, palm to palm, fingers locked, as he

you worried about me, not wanting me to make

felt a moment of panic, sensing her small thoughts