Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 194

Fiona touched her nose and pulled Lizetta behind her with a huff, “It’s all your own doing! You know darn well how you ended up with everyone turning their back on you! And cut the crap about it all being my idea; stop trying to spook Liz with those looks!”

Lizetta hung her head, thinking to herself that “everyone turning their back on you” was a bit much, but even though the idea wasn’t hers, she still felt a bit guilty.

The man didn’t say a word, just took his eyes off them and headed towards the villa.

Fiona nudged Lizetta, “Hey Liz, do you think I went a bit overboard? Maybe you should go. check on him for me?”

Although she felt Fiona was being kind of a fair–weather friend at the moment, everything. she did was for her.

She felt responsible too, worried that Remington might really get screwed over by Fiona, so after a moment’s hesitation, Lizetta nodded and hurried after him..

Remington was walking fast. By the time Lizetta chased him into the villa, he had already gone

upstairs, leaving wet footprints behind. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

She followed him into the bedroom and heard noises from the bathroom, so she ran over and pushed the door open, starting to explain in a fluster, “Are you okay? About what happened just now.”

She didn’t expect to see Remington throwing his coat on the floor as soon as she pushed the door open, his thin cashmere sweater half–off, revealing his solid, pale abs.

She closed her eyes in panic, “I’ll go out first, ah!”

But as she turned around, her arm was grabbed. The next second, Lizetta was pulled into the bathroom and pinned against the wall.

Her back was against the cold tiled wall, and in front of her was Remington’s equally chilled body, his large hand gripping her waist, the cold seeping into her skin.

Lizetta’s chin was also seized by two long, strong, but icy fingers, tilting it up.

“Amused, are you?”

Water was still dripping from Remington’s hair, drop by drop onto Lizetta’s eyelids and nose bridge. She dared not look into his piercingly cold eyes that were so close.

She blinked and started explaining anxiously, without thinking.

“I didn’t mean to play games with you; don’t get it wrong! Grandma somehow found out I had fallen into the water at the Hawthorne family and that we were getting a divorce. She thought it was because you saved Evelina instead of me, and that’s why I was heartbroken and angry, wanting a divorce, so she just.”

Realizing her words sounded like she was shirking responsibility and letting Fiona take the fall, Lizetta stopped talking.

She took a deep breath, looked up, and finally said to Remington, “I’m sorry. I owe you an apology.”

Remington’s eyes still had a hint of frost, and he didn’t let go of Lizetta’s chin.

“So did it break your heart?”

Lizetta pressed her lips; how could it not? She still vividly remembered the scene underwater from that day, as clear as if it were yesterday.

The water that day was just as chilling as now. But Lizetta forced a smile.

“That’s all in the past. Anyway, I only told grandma that I wanted a divorce because it felt like you didn’t care about me, only about Evelina’s safety. But she is stubborn and misunderstood you too, insisting that you still cared about me and wanted to prove it to me. I had no idea she was going to prove it like this.”

Lizetta didn’t finish her sentence because Remington suddenly bent down and gently.

kissed her forehead.

The kiss was so soft and unexpected, like it was filled with endless tenderness. Lizetta was stunned and a bit dazed. Wasn’t he mad? Why did he suddenly kiss her?

While she was still puzzled, she heard Remington’s voice, husky and low, “Lizetta, grandma isn’t being stubborn, and she hasn’t misunderstood me.”

Lizetta was dumbfounded, staring at Remington with a wooden expression, her fingertips. trembling involuntarily before they were pressed against the wall.

What did Remington mean by that? As her heart pounded with uncertainty, Remington rested his forehead against hers, gently rubbing it, and seemed to sigh, “Silly girl, I do care; how could I not care about you?”