Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 360

Chapter 360 

Remington’s brows furrowed as he stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Lizetta. 

Lizetta took a step back, looking up at him with a calmness in her eyes that made Remington distinctly uncomfortable. It was as if she was looking at a stranger, through and through. 

Once upon a time, she would never look at him that way. Remington tensed up, his handsome face turning cold. 

“I’m not going back with you, nor will I listen to you and give up my chance with the dance troupe. I’ve already gone out of my way to save Mr. Dachrell’s face in public. Can’t you, for once, drop your domineering attitude and let me be?” 

Lizetta spoke, feeling both suffocated and frustrated. She took a step to leave and reached for her phone to call Yolanda, who was nowhere to be found. 

But in the next second, Remington caught her wrist and gently pulled her towards him. Lizetta stumbled into his embrace, her waist clasped by him, enveloped by his familiar scent of woodsy cologne. 

Whether it was her sensitivity or just her imagination, she thought she detected a faint whiff of women’s perfume. 

Lizetta frowned in disgust, tuming her head away as she struggled to free herself, “Let me gol 

“Lizetta, why exactly are you making a fuss here?” Remington snapped, his grip on her firm as he forced her to look at him, leaving no room for escape. 

Lizetta’s eyes turned red as she stared back at him, feeling utterly exhausted. 

“Me? Making a fuss? Remington, it’s clearly you who’s been causing all the trouble!” 

He was the one who made promises of a happy life together but quickly forgot as he got entangled with past flame, who disregarded her feelings, meddled in her career under the guise of being a husband, and who even forcefully brought her back when she went abroad, using his injury to guilt–trip her into submission. 

She was left wondering if he ever truly cared for her at all. As these thoughts flooded her mind, tears blurred her vision once more. 

She suddenly looked down, not wanting him to see her vulnerability. But Remington saw it anyway, and his grip loosened slightly in 

panic. 

He leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers, trying to explain. 

Tm just womed about your health. With the dance rehearsals, performances, and tours, how can I not worry when you’re about to start showing? Isn’t Joy more important than dancing? 

He said this as he gently kissed her forehead, his voice soft and coaxing. But Lizetta pushed him away, feeling his affections were nothing but pretense 

“Stop pretending: I know everything.” 

Her expression was cold, devoid of any warmth or affection, her reaction completely unexpected by Remington 

Remington’s frown deepened, “Know what?”