Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 1196

The glass lowered to reveal a man's strikingly handsome, sharp profile. He was leaning back lazily against the seat, draped in a light blanket across his torso and legs.

He looked as though he had simply pulled over to take a nap.

Shocked, Captain Briggs immediately averted his gaze the moment he met the man's eyes.

Even though Remington's gaze carried no explicit anger, it radiated a chilling, oppressive authority honed by years of wielding absolute power.

Rumor had it this young billionaire wasn't even thirty yet, but his aura easily rivaled that of the esteemed Nelson Madden himself.

Briggs marveled internally, thinking that even if Nelson opposed the union now, given Remington's sheer influence and Lizetta's clear affection, an alliance between the Maddens and the Dashiells was practically inevitable.

Too intimidated to peer any deeper into the dim cabin, he simply asked out of courtesy.

“Mr. Dashiell? Why are you sleeping out here all alone?”

Remington gave a slight nod, his voice carrying the husky, gravelly tone of a man freshly roused from sleep.

“I had nothing else pressing, so I decided to stay a little longer.”

As he spoke, he cast a longing glance toward the estate.

That single look was all it took for Briggs' imagination to run wild, painting a tragic romance of two star-crossed lovers kept apart by familial misunderstandings.

With their love unapproved, this powerful man had parked outside in the dead of night, quietly protecting the woman he loved.

Plus, with all the chaos the Madden family had endured today, it made perfect sense he was worried something else might happen.

Moved by this deduction, Briggs' tone grew incredibly respectful. He bowed slightly.

“If you need me to pass a message to Ms. Madden, or deliver anything to her, please just say the word.”

Remington offered a grateful nod in return.

“Thank you, but she's already asleep. I won't disturb her. You boys have a good shift; I'll head out after a smoke.”

“Understood. Have a good night, sir.”

The backseat was entirely too cramped, and crouching there had left her legs totally numb.

Remington caught her easily, his hot breath brushing against her ear.

“You really don't want to do this here? Your actions are telling a completely different story, baby.”

First hiding between his legs, now throwing herself directly into his arms—how much temptation did she think he could take?

A crimson blush spread from her neck all the way to her cheeks at his blatantly suggestive words.

She reached out and pinched his waist fiercely.

“Start the car! If you don't drive right now, I'm getting out.”

Remington held her securely against him, his chest rising and falling heavily. “How exactly do you expect me to drive like this?”

The luxury car sat quietly in the shadows for another ten minutes before finally starting up and slipping away into the night.