Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 515

Remington's momentary stiffness didn't escape Lizetta's notice.

Lizetta chuckled lightly, "Let go, will you?"

But Remington held Lizetta tighter, nuzzling his face against her neck, his voice husky and plaintive.

"No! It's your scent, Liz. I can't be mistaken. You can't fool me."

If it weren't for the sight of the man's short, neatly trimmed hair, Lizetta might have mistaken him for someone else, perhaps a Joseph, not Remington.

She was infuriated yet somewhat helpless, disdainfully turning her head away.

"Mr. Taylor, you've been caught. Can you stop the bad acting already?"

He was clearly lucid, pretending to be the big bad wolf.

Remington, with his eyes closed, shook his head while hugging her, his head slowly sliding down to her chest.

"Liz, you're so fierce..."

His actions and words were like those of a child throwing a tantrum.

Lizetta had never seen him like this. For a moment, she was taken aback, forgetting to resist, her heart filling with a bittersweet sensation.

But he was indeed very hot, feeling to Lizetta like a burning coal against her.

"Did you even take any fever medicine?" she frowned.

Remington didn't answer, instead burrowing closer within her embrace, his face flushed as he inhaled her scent, his heart beating with joy.

He didn't want to speak. Just holding her like this felt right.

God knows how many nights over these past two months he'd lain awake thinking of her.

And how many times he'd managed to fall asleep, only to wake up from a dream of holding her, feeling an immense emptiness.

A couple of nights ago, he had sneaked into her room, watching over her as she slept.

He had wanted to hold her tight, to meld into her being, but he was afraid of waking her up.

He had only dared to gently hold her hand, to stroke her hair, to massage her when she seemed uncomfortable.

She recognized him and turned icy cold again.