Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39 

What’s that supposed to mean?” The man’s breath was practically drilling into her ears, leaving Lizetta’s head all muddled. 

Blind much? Figure it out yourself,” Remington snapped, shoving Lizetta away. 

Lizetta stumbled, nearly taking a spill. She shot Remington a glance, “I’m going to get the -medicine.” 

She quickly brought over some warm water and meds, helping Remington sit up. 

“Did you take the fever reducer?” 

Remington nodded slightly. 

Since he couldn’t take another fever reducer so soon, Lizetta picked it out, watched as he swallowed the anti–inflammatory pills, and then felt his forehead again. 

“How come you’re still burning up after the fever meds?” 

Remington’s eyes drooped, silent. He hadn’t taken any medicine; he was just putting on an act because he was worried that if the fever went down, she would take off again. 

“Just lie down, I’ll get you an ice pack to cool off.” 

As Lizetta tried to get up, Remington caught her wrist. With a tug, she toppled onto the bed, ending up in his arms. 

His forehead pressed against the back of her neck, his arms wrapped around her waist, he spoke in a soothing tone. 

“No need. You’ve got a cold heart and á colder touch, which is just as good for cooling down. Let’s just sleep like this for a bit.” 

She did tend to run cold; even in the summer her skin was cooler than most. As kids, whenever Remington got sick with a fever, he’d grab her hand to use as a cool touch. 

And in winter, Lizetta liked to snuggle into Remington’s arms. He ran hot, better than a hot water bottle. 

She lay there quietly; time seemed to stretch out, calm and peaceful. At the thought of what he’d just said, Lizetta’s mind flashed back to the danger in the hospital, the gleam of the sharp knife she’d closed her eyes to. 

She asked softly, “You took that knife for me, didn’t you?” 

She held her breath, waiting, and after a while, a proud snort came from behind her, “Mm–hmm.” 

Lizetta’s heart felt lighter, a smile creeping onto her lips. The situation back then was 

chaotic. She hadn’t expected Evelina, that scheming witch, to spout such nonsense right In front of Remington. 

So, you realize you’ve been a thankless wretch, and you’ve got nothing to say for it?” 

She kept quiet for a moment, and Remington’s lips moved slightly. His lips brushed against her neck, a mix of ticklish and tantalizing; Lizetta felt her body heated up. 

She bit her lip, resisting the tingling in her heart. 

“But you were with Evelina for her birthday, showering her with gifts.” 

She cut herself off, biting her tongue. Too much frustration, jealousy felt like a waste of energy, and saying such things aloud made her feel ashamed. 

Remington’s voice carried a hint of helplessness. 

“What did I give her? Didn’t I come home to be with you that day? You’re young but already forgetful, can’t even remember where the gift is?” 

Lizetta froze, then something clicked, and she tried to get up to check. But Remington tightened his grip, holding her close as if to meld her into his chest. 

“Stay still, the gift isn’t going anywhere. Just stay with me; I’m in pain.” 

Tears welled up in Lizetta’s eyes. So, he had prepared a gift for her too; it wasn’t all about Evelina.