Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 502

Though it wasn't a bustling tourist hotspot, the small town saw its fair share of visitors coming to stay and play from time to time.

Lizetta nodded in agreement, not giving it much thought.

As Dora went upstairs, Lizetta heard the doorbell ring.

She set down her glass of milk and walked over to the door, opening it.

Expecting to see Nolan, her eyes lit up with a smile, but instead, there stood a towering figure of a man.

Clad in a black leather jacket, cargo pants, and leather boots, he was wrapped up with a hat and scarf, his hands in leather gloves carrying a toolbox.

He even had goggles on, with only a bit of his jaw and mouth visible under a scruffy beard.

But there was something commanding and eerily familiar about his presence.

Lizetta's grip on the door handle weakened, and she took a couple of steps back, staring at the man.

It wasn't until he spoke in a local accent, "I'm here for the fireplace maintenance check," that she snapped out of it.

His voice was raspy and unfamiliar.

Lizetta blinked, her palms sweaty and her heart racing.

She gave the man another look, finding his height and build familiar.

However, he was slightly hunched, the beard hiding much of his face, and upon closer inspection, his leather jacket was stained with grease, his boots muddied.

And Remington, he was always so upright and had a bit of a cleanliness fetish, a stark contrast in demeanor.

This couldn't be him!

"Sure, please come in. The fireplace is right over there. It's been a bit smoky, thank you for looking into it."

Lizetta stepped aside, making way with a polite smile.

Dora had mentioned calling the fireplace service that morning.

Lizetta hadn't expected them to arrive so quickly, impressed by their efficiency.

The man walked past her, biting at the edge of his glove to pull it off.

His movements were rugged and unrestrained, revealing large, slightly darkened hands. He didn't carry the familiar scent of cedar but rather the cold fragrance of frost.

Lizetta found herself amused.