Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 243

Chapter 243 

But once she said something, it was kinda hard to take it back. 

Lizetta trying to keep her cool, trudged back to her room and, without much fanfare, tossed a blanket at Remington, who was sprawled 

on the couch 

With her face set in a pout, she was about to turn on her heel and leave when suddenly, a weird noise cut through the silence 

It was so loud in the quiet room. 

Lizetta and Remington exchanged puzzled looks as the sound made a comeback, twisting and turning through the air. 

It took a moment for Lizetta to realize it was her stomach growling 

Her cheeks instantly turned beet red. 

Talk about embarrassing, especially when she was trying to play it all ice queen! 

Just as she was about to cover her belly and make a break for it, the guy lifted his hand, and his big palm unexpectedly landed on Lizetta’s tummy, giving it a couple of gentle pats. 

Lizetta had shrugged off her coat, leaving her in just a thin, clingy knit top, so the warmth and pressure from his hand were unmistakably felt 

And geet, he was patting her baby bump! 

In that instant, Lizetta was like frozen in place, totally tense, with her heart racing a mile a minute. 

It wasn’t until Remington let out a chuckle, looked up at her, and teased, “Since when did you get such a sweet tooth? No wonder you seem a bit plumper” 

Lizetta was a mix of flustered and miffed, and she pushed Remington away sharply. 

“You’re the one who’s plump! I’m off to bed!” 

She spun around and stormed off, leaving Remington with a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched her slightly annoyed departure. 

Slamming her bedroom door shut with a vengeance and double–locking it, Lizetta flopped onto the bed, still fuming and clutching her 

stomach 

But trying to sleep when she was starving was so hard. She tossed and turned for ages, getting hungrier by the minute. 

She could handle the hunger, but the baby couldn’t. 

Reluctantly, Lizetta crawled out of bed again. She sneaked open the door just a crack, peeking out to see if Remington was asleep so she could scavenge for some snacks. 

But the couch was empty, and the air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of something delicious. 

Lizetta sniffed curiously and tiptoed toward the kitchen. 

Her footsteps caused the tall figure in the kitchen to turn and look her way, 

There he was, in a white shirt and black trousers, the top buttons undone, sleeves casually rolled up to the elbows, revealing a nicely defined collarbone and toned forearms, all bathed in the soft, yellow glow of the overhead light. He was surrounded by the homely scent of cooking. It was like a scene out of a dream. 

Lizetta stood there, dumbstruck at the doorway, until Remington’s calm voice invited her in. 

“The pasta will be ready soon, grab the tableware.” 

“Oh, Lizetta snapped out of her daze and, with a quick bow of her head and rapid blinking, she scurried over. 

Remington had made two bowls of pastas with beef and tornatoes. He brought them to the table–an enticing feast for the eyes and 

It was a familiar taste. 

Back when Lizetta was a growing girl who was always hungry, she wasn’t the real deal in the Dashiell family. Even though Remington had her back and Fiona doted on her, she was still under someone else’s root 

Lizetta didn’t dare to bother the servants for more food at night, and after Remington caught her sneaking into the kitchen a couple of times looking for snacks, he instructed the staff to prepare a late night meal for her.