Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106 

“Still watching, it’s not shy, just thrilled to bits.” 

Lizetta’s face was heating up non–stop, her eyelashes fluttering like crazy. Like a little brush, they tickled Remington’s palm. As if she was plucking the strings of his nerves, sparking an electric current; it was killing him. 

No one spoke, just the sound of their ragged breaths, one deep, one shallow, all tangled 

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“You good now?” After a moment, Lizetta knitted her brows and spoke up. 

Remington didn’t say a word, and just gazed deeply at the woman in front of him, her face so small, hidden behind a pair of big eyes, revealing only her delicate jawline and red lips. 

She looked so well–behaved and soft; he didn’t want to let go. If he did, she’d turn back into that rebellious teenager who just knew how to get under his skin, like her adolescence got extended or something. 

“No,” he answered. 

Lizetta rolled her eyes, wishing she hadn’t flirted back earlier knowing he was such a beast. 

Thinking back to what happened just now, she spoke up again, “It was Evelina who came by earlier.” 

“So what if it was her?” Remington replied, nonchalant. 

Lizetta couldn’t help but laugh at his casual tone. What did he mean “so what if it was 

her?” 

“You know it’s her, and you’re still not letting me go! Aren’t you afraid she’ll get mad as hell, claw your face off?” 

Lizetta teased, prompting Remington to finally release his big palm from her eyes, their gazes meeting as he raised an eyebrow. 

“Heh, aren’t you the one looking for excitement? The only one who could scratch my face. is you. She’s more sensible than you.” 

Lizetta almost choked on her breath and raised her hand to really scratch his face. Her wrist got caught by him, and he looked into her angry eyes, finding this lively little face somehow cuter than when it was all icy. 

Lizetta struggled hard, and Remington frowned, “You’re gonna rip my wound open again.” 

Only then did Lizetta realize he was using his injured hand to hold her, she paused for a moment, and then struggled even harder, “Good, let it rip open so your darling can fuss. over you and change the dressing again!” 

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Remington smirked, eyebrow cocked, “Darling? You sure know how to flatter yourself.” 

Lizetta frowned, annoyed, “I’m talking about Evelina!” 

Remington’s handsome face darkened, “Cut the crap, when did I ever let her change the dressing for me?” 

Lizetta was taken aback, “Didn’t you go to her place last night?” 

Twent to the company!” Remington released her hand and tapped on Lizetta’s head, as if to chide her for her blockhead thinking and her wild imagination. 

Lizetta pressed her lips, her chest heaving slightly. Remington didn’t go to Evelina’s place, but what was up with Evelina’s Facebook then? Playing such a drama, posting it intentionally for her to see? 

But if Remington didn’t give Evelina the chance, how could she have misunderstood? Regardless, Remington left her last night when she was injured and needed him. He was always like this, and now he was back pestering her for no good reason. 

Thinking this, Lizetta pushed Remington away and walked off. Remington straightened his suit and followed, taking her hand, “Let me take you back.” 

“Don’t bother!” Lizetta shook off his hand, but Remington wrapped his arm around her 

waist. 

As the two of them struggled, Evelina leaned against the wall in the restroom, her pale face streaming with tears.