Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 949

Lizetta blinked, her curiosity piqued about the latter part of the conversation.

Her phone started buzzing incessantly, and Jerome, noticing her distraction, simply shrugged and said, "It's all irrelevant now. Better answer that call."

"Right, right," Lizetta replied, letting the matter drop as she turned away, picking up the phone as she did.

No sooner had she put the phone to her ear than a gruff male voice came through from the other end.

"What were you up to? Took you long enough to pick up."

Lizetta gave a playful huff, "If you think I took too long, I could always hang up and let you try again."

Remington fell silent at her teasing, leaving Jerome to watch from the dining room doorway. He observed as she ascended the stairs, her voice carrying back, lively and confident, tinged with an unmistakable charm. A wry smile tugged at his lips.

He hadn't slept much the previous night, keenly aware of the car parked outside that hadn't moved. He knew Remington was worried about the storm and whether the thunder would frighten Lizetta. It was a concern he shared, fearing she might need someone to comfort her during the night.

Yet he realized—however belatedly—that even if she needed someone, that someone was never going to be him.

Upstairs, Lizetta sat cross-legged on her bed, finally daring to examine the delicate necklace Remington had given her.

"Do you like it? My little surprise for you."

His playful accusation took Lizetta back to her childhood. In elementary school, Remington had styled her hair for an entire year. He could do buns and pigtails, and though his early attempts were clumsy, he eventually styled her hair with impressive finesse.

Her eyes softened at the memory, a warm glow spreading through her. Carefully, she placed the necklace back in its box. "Alright, I'll wait for you to help me wear it then."

Remington didn't respond immediately, and Lizetta could hear his breathing grow slightly heavier. After a pause, he spoke again, his tone carrying a hint of nervousness. "Suddenly, I feel a bit anxious."

Lizetta doubted his sincerity but felt a slight flutter in her stomach. She quickly changed the topic, asking, "You mentioned going to the auction to find a gift for Mr. Temple's birthday. Was that just an excuse to get this necklace?"

Remington chuckled, "Yes, Liz. Forty years ago, Grandpa gave Grandma a necklace from Mr. Ethan Jade. I hope that forty years from now, I can still help you put this one on, just like Grandpa and Grandma."