Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

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Remington caught a glimpse of her ears being flushed red as a beet, and his thin lips curled slightly.

After coming out of the bathroom, Lizetta was still blushing like crazy. She just pulled the covers over her and pretended to be asleep, with eyes shut tight.

But it seems she was so drained that she accidentally dozed off for real.

When she woke up again, the daylight was already flooding in.

Lizetta opened her eyes and saw the man, who crashed out in front of her hospital bed.

The beds in the standard ward were pretty cramped, and there he was, sprawled out, and his tall frame looked ridiculously cramped.

His usually immaculate hair was a bit of a mess, with some stray strands obscuring his noble brow and

eyes.

Lizetta was stunned. She genuinely hadn’t expected him to stay by her side all night.

A beam of light was slowly crawling up the hospital bed, and as it drifted toward him, Lizetta lifted her hand to block the morning rays from hitting his face.

In the quiet filled with drifting dust, she traced the lines of his face with her gaze.

*Honey, your hubby may have a bit of a sharp tongue, but he’s pretty caring, you know. You had a fever again in the middle of the night, and he looked after you the whole time; he was pretty patiently at that,”

whispered the old lady in the next bed

Lizetta snapped back to reality and gave the old lady a small smile.

“I see you two aren’t completely out of love. Why rush into a divorce? All couples have their spats. Give it some more thought before you do something hasty.”

Lizetta’s smile was tinged with sadness.

“It’s not a rash decision. It’s been well thought out. We can’t make it work anymore, and our relationship isn’t what you think it is,” she said.

The old lady sighed, not pushing the matter further, as they were strangers, after all. Then she got out of bed to take a stroll.

While Lizetta was lost in thought, one of her hands that had been shielding Remington’s face was suddenly held in his grasp.

She looked over, and there he was, awake. Lizetta’s heart tightened as she fell into his deep eyes.

“You’re awake, huh?”

Remington didn’t move, and just lay there holding her hand.

“Not that kind of feeling? So what is it between us, then?”

Lizetta hadn’t expected him to overhear.

Her voice was hoarse as she replied, “You know”

“I don’t, enlighten me,” Remington said, while lifting his head with a cold smile playing on his lips.

Lizetta bit her tongue, “Broth–mmph.” Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Her words were cut off as Remington suddenly leaned in and sealed her lips with his, silencing all her

unfinished sentences.

His breath was scorching, and his kiss was fierce.

Lizetta was forced to tilt her head back, engulfed by the heat wave, and perhaps it was the night before her eyes that was too heartwarming and beautiful.

She easily succumbed to his teasing and passion, forgetting to resist, forgetting even to breathe.

By the time she came back to her senses, her face was beet red.

Remington finally let go of her, and rest his forehead against hers; his eyes were deep and Intense.

“Siblings? So you think what we’re doing now is incest?”

Lizetta was panting: her mind went blank, and she struggled to comprehend his words.

It had been him who always pushed her away and rejected their relationship, leaving her in the cold for four

years.

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the one who refused to have children and thought of it as incest.

His large hand caressed Lizetta’s face, “Lizetta, I wouldn’t kiss my sister like this, you get that?”

Lizetta felt a pang of unspeakable bitterness, and her eyes started welling up.

Afraid he’d see it, she quickly lowered her head.

Remington had only recently been willing to kiss her, so now, he no longer saw her as a sister, but purely as a

woman.

“Liz, tell me, do you really feel nothing for me, no love at all?”

At that moment, Remington’s pale fingers gently lifted Lizetta’s chin.

He stared into her eyes with his deep gaze, and asked softly.