Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 1197

Sitting in the passenger seat, Lizetta didn't fully exhale until the estate was completely out of sight.

She pulled out her phone, about to check social media to gauge the latest fallout, when a large, elegant hand reached over and plucked the device right out of her grasp.

Startled, she snapped her head toward him, watching as he effortlessly powered it off and tossed it onto the center console.

“What are you doing?!”

She stared longingly at her hijacked phone. Remington shot her a sidelong glance.

“Didn't I say you have to follow my rules tonight? Tonight, you only look at me.”

Lizetta rolled her eyes, speechless.

But then she smiled, shifting in her seat to rest her chin in her hand, unabashedly staring at him.

Remington kept his focus on the road, clearly reveling in her undivided attention.

It was a nostalgic feeling he had missed terribly. Back in high school, whenever he studied, she loved sitting beside him, sneaking shy glances his way.

Even later, when he was buried in corporate paperwork, she would always find an excuse to linger in his study, pretending to read or setting up a canvas just to keep him company.

But he had always known she wasn't focusing on her own hobbies at all; she spent half her time staring at him like she could never get enough.

And the moment he would glance her way to catch her, she would immediately dart her eyes away in panic.

Usually, all he managed to catch was the nervous flutter of her eyelashes, like a cunning little fox.

But ever since their messy divorce began, it had been a very, very long time since her gaze had clung to him with that same devotion.

These days, it was him who instinctively tracked her every movement whenever she entered the room.

But unlike the past, this time, as he continuously stole glances at her…

The girl from his memories no longer shied away. Instead, she met his gaze head-on, tilting her head with a blindingly sweet smile, her thick eyelashes fluttering beautifully.

He smiled back. Even though neither said a word, the silence wasn't awkward in the slightest.

The cabin was enveloped in a warm, peaceful tranquility.

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