Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

He turned around, and Lizetta's gaze fell on the man's right shoulder as she lay on the bed.

She hadn't noticed Remington was injured initially. It was only after hearing Ray's words that she spotted the cut on the right side of his back.

He was wearing a black sweater, so the wound wasn't visible, but there was a patch stained with blood.

Lizetta clenched her hands, "Is it serious? You should get it treated."

She couldn't remain indifferent.

And for Remington, it was finally hearing the words he longed to hear from her.

He was pleasantly surprised.

A slight smile curved his lips, unable to suppress his delight, as he quickly approached Lizetta, taking her hands in his.

"You do care about me, don't deny it! You can't deny it."

He said, prying open her tightly clasped hands, revealing crescent marks on her palm.

They were marks she had unconsciously made upon hearing he was injured.

Lizetta, flustered and frustrated, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, tried to withdraw her hand from Remington's grasp, annoyed.

"Even if I do care, it's only because you saved me. Don't flatter yourself!"

Remington tightened his grip on her hand, not annoyed by her denial, his eyes still twinkling with amusement.

"Sure, sure, it's all my wishful thinking. I just want you to care, to notice me. Liz, your coldness is killing me, hurts way more than the wound on my back. Don't believe me? Feel it." Saying so, he audaciously pulled Lizetta's hand to his chest.

Holding her wrist, he guided her hand to rub over his heart for a moment.

His gaze was deep and teasing as he looked at her, a blatant enticement.

The usually stoic man was making such a direct move.

Lizetta felt his warmth and heartbeat under her palm, as if touched by hot coals.

She jerked her hand away, "You're shameless!"

Remington, noting her flustered and embarrassed expression, caressed his now-empty palm.

Innocently, he said, "I'm only speaking the truth. How is that shameless?"

Lizetta glared at him, ready to retort.

But as she turned to face him, a shadow loomed before her eyes.

And without warning, Remington's lips pressed against hers, catching her slightly parted lips.

The kiss was unexpected.

Lizetta react

her cheeks and head

fleas stunned, forgetting to

flushed with anger, driving

bite or push him away. here.

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But Remington had quickly pulled back, leaving a loud smooch echoing near Lizetta's ear.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

With a triumphant curve of his lips, he looked at the somewhat dazed woman and said, "Now, that's shameless."

Then, touching his lips as if savoring the moment, he turned his attention back to her.

Lizetta was speechless.

In a fit of anger, she raised her hand to slap the shameless rogue.

But Remington caught her wrist,

"The police will be here soon, weet

have to face other people. Shall we save this slap for later? You wouldn't want it to be too awkward, right?"

Lizetta, infuriated yet amused, "Should I be thanking you for being so considerate?"

Remington gently stroked the delicate skin of Lizetta's wrist without replying.

"Liz, I know you're hesitant to trust

and rely on me again, but if the West family dares to make a move, I'll make sure to seek justice for you and for me. I won't force you to come with me, but can you really swallow this insult?"