Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 1193

“I know, Dad.”

Stella nodded obediently.

Martin finally released her, nodding in approval. “Good. Go back and apply some ointment. Don't let anyone on the outside see this.”

He was referring to her bruises. Stella nodded compliantly again before turning to leave the study.

Watching her figure disappear, Martin glanced back at the online trends, his brow furrowed in deep thought.

He was genuinely afraid that Eartha's scandal might drag him down.

But with the PR storm raging, the public firmly believed that his daughter had endured hell to save Remington.

For the sake of his reputation, even if Remington refused to marry Stella, he wouldn't dare attack the West family so easily.

Tranquil Meadows.

As night fell, Nelson and Bernice retired early, bringing the entire Madden estate to a peaceful lull as everyone turned in.

Lizetta spent over an hour practicing her basics in the dance studio before returning to her room, drenched in sweat.

Just as she was about to head into the bathroom for a shower, her phone on the bed began to buzz incessantly.

She turned around, leaning over to pick it up.

Seeing the name 'The Jealous King' flashing on the screen, a soft smile reached her eyes.

She swiped to answer. The moment the phone touched her ear, a deep, magnetic, and incredibly seductive voice echoed through the speaker.

“Baby, I've been waiting forever. When are you sneaking out to see me?”

Lizetta was speechless.

She hadn't forgotten her promise to sneak out and see him tonight.

But it wasn't even nine o'clock yet. He was already losing his patience.

What happened to the calm, collected, and unbothered Remington she used to know?

She let out a helpless sigh. “My grandparents aren't even asleep yet, you…”

But before she could finish, his voice cut through, dripping with sad grievance.

“They are asleep.”

Remington must have driven himself. A black Maybach was parked quietly under the swaying silhouette of the trees.

He leaned casually against the car, holding a lit sparkler in one hand. With slow, deliberate movements, he traced a shape into the dark air just for her.

Following the glowing trail, Lizetta realized he had drawn a heart.

A soft laugh escaped her lips as she kept her voice low into the receiver.

“What are you doing!”

Being this flashy, wasn't he afraid of getting caught?

Remington clicked his tongue playfully. “If I'm coaxing a pretty girl to elope with me, I have to bring a little romance. Don't you like it?”

He stood up straight and took two steps toward the estate gates.

“I love it, I love it,” she rushed to say. “Now hurry up and get back in your car.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What, worried about me?”

She let out a soft huff. “Of course. If you get caught, I'm afraid my grandfather will release the hounds on you!”