Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 912

Lizetta was wandering around the house, trying to find Cassius, when she bumped into a middle-aged woman who looked like a housekeeper in the living

room.

The woman smiled warmly at Lizetta as she approached. "You must be Ms. Madden, right? I'm Zora. The young master is taking a bath and asked me to prepare a change of clothes for both you and Mr. Dashiell. Why don't you freshen up and change into something dry too?"

Zora handed Lizetta two sets of clothes. Lizetta noticed her own clothes were slightly damp, but she wasn't keen on changing in an unfamiliar place. Flashing a polite smile, she replied, "Could you please take the gentleman's clothes to the guest room on the second floor, east side? I think I'll be fine without changing."

Zora hesitated, her expression shifting slightly. After a brief pause, she insisted, "Ms. Madden, I really think you should change too."

Perplexed by Zora's insistence, Lizetta glanced down at herself, following the woman's gaze. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Her silk blouse was crumpled, bearing telltale signs of a recent, heated encounter.

Remington pinning her against the door, kissing her fervently, flashed through her mind. His boldness had grown with her silent consent, his hands roaming over her blouse, leaving it a wrinkled testament to

She finally acquiesced, "Alright, I'll go change. Could you take Mr. Dashiell's

only two guest rooms here. The young master is using one, and Ms. Yolanda is resting in the

with only two guest rooms? Sharing a room with Remington was out of the question. She

herself. The master bedroom belonged to

vel

Caught in her dilemma, Zora handed her Remington's clothes too, hastily explaining, "I need to start on some hangover soup and prepare something to eat. Ms. Yolanda has been sick twice, and she'll be hungry when

She sighed and headed upstairs. There was no point in being picky-she'd seen every

to the guest room. Inside, the sound of running water from the bathroom indicated that Remington was still showering. She exhaled a small sigh of relief, setting the clothes on the bed, intending to

stopped abruptly.