Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Feeling totally fed up with being pestered by her, Lizetta glanced over with irritation.

“Are you really that curious? Want me to hand over my phone to you?”

Evelina’s eyes reddened, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry into your privacy.”

Snorting with a smirk, Cassius poured himself a full glass of red wine and approached Lizetta.

“Evelina’s been taking good care of you, and here you are not giving a damn and being all passive– aggressive. You’ve hijacked Evelina’s life, and now you can’t even drink a glass of wine as an apology? It doesn’t seem too much to ask, does it?”

With a different kind of rough–and–tumble good looks, Cassius had a rugged charm.

Especially when he was putting someone on the spot, that wild vibe was suffocating.

Lizetta, looking at the full glass of wine with a cold gaze, said, “I’m allergic to alcohol, can’t drink it.”

“My sister’s allergic to alcohol? Since when. Oh no, wait!”

Evelina called Lizetta out, and her face was panicked as she covered her mouth.

Such a novice at playing the innocent – it wasn’t that her skills slipped, but that she was sure Cassius would believe her.

Sure enough, Cassius scoffed. “Allergic? Pull the other one. Even if you were, you’d drink it. If anything goes. down, I’ve got your back.”

If a real allergy took a life, someone like Cassius could certainly handle it; in their eyes, what do other people’s joys and sorrows matter?

Just like Remington could put her on a pedestal one moment and throw her into the mud the next.

Remington sat there, watching coldly. It was Cassius who was giving her a hard time, but wasn’t it also Remington who put her through hell?

Would drinking this glass get Remington to back off and quiet down the hospital ordeal?

But did he know that she was pregnant?

Lizetta gave a bitter laugh, and her smile was tinged with paleness.

She took the glass and stood up.

“I’ll drink this. I was out of line today, showing up uninvited. I’ll settle my own dues.” Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

She held the stem glass with her delicate hand, tilted her head back, with her hair cascading down, and downed

the drink with finesse.

After finishing, she flipped her wrist to show Cassius the empty glass, “Happy now?”

Her red lips were stained with the drink of the night, making her stunningly beautiful and breathtaking.

Cassius caught his breath.

Lizetta tossed the wine glass onto him, and he caught it in a daze.

Grabbing her bag. Lizetta walked out with long strides.

Remington’s deep eyes followed her retreat, and a cold fissure seemed to tear through his gaze.

She said she was an uninvited guest.

He slammed the wine glass on the table, not too hard, but the sound unnervingly tightened everyone’s chest.

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NO

Remington stood up and followed her out, leaving a bunch of people looking at each other, clueless about what just happened.

As soon as Lizetta left the private room, she dashed straight into the restroom and made herself throw up.

It was so agonizing that it felt like her entire stomach was being churned upside down.

But she had to do it, to make sure the baby wasn’t affected.

Once Lizetta felt like she was about to vomit bile, she flushed the toilet, sat on the bowl to catch her breath for a while, and then walked out sweating profusely.

She washed her hands and face at the sink, and coughed violently from the throat irritation caused by vomiting. with her wet hair messily stuck to her face.

“Litchi?”

A familiar male voice came from behind, and Lizetta turned around to see a handsome young face.

The man was tall, not wearing a suit but a baseball cap, a loose jacket, and jeans that perfectly showcased his ©great physique and long legs.

The young race car driver exuded a vibrant, fiery hormone aura.

His deep–set eyes bore some resemblance to Remington, highlighting their cousin relationship.

“Cough… Lucian, you… cough cough!”

Lucian patted Lizetta’s back. “In the few years I haven’t seen you, you’ve picked up a stutter? Never heard of that being an acquired condition.”

Lizetta caught her breath with his help, “Lucian, long time no see.”

Lucian flicked her forehead with a rogueish grin.

“Ouch! Lucian! You didn’t go abroad for racing, but to learn the Iron Finger technique!”

Lizetta protested, and Lucian gave her a resigned smile.

Seeing her disheveled hair, he reached out to help her tuck it behind her ear.

Before his hand touched her, another large palm abruptly grabbed his wrist.

Lucian turned his head and saw the indifferent man. He reached out his arm with a smile.

“Remi.”

The two cousins hugged briefly, and then Remington pulled Lizetta into his arms.

Lizetta wasn’t about to let him hug her.

She frowned and struggled, but Remington held her tight, while telling Lucian.

“Everyone’s waiting for you, so if you’ve arrived, better go join them. Your sister–in–law isn’t feeling well, and I’ll

take care of her.”