Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta held her breath, waiting for the man’s response.

“If I wasn’t concerned about you, what am I doing now?”

His answer was nonchalant, but Lizetta’s heart couldn’t help but race out of control.

His protectiveness, his response, somehow sparked a tiny bit of hope in her heart again.

Her eyes misted over, “When I hit Evelina last time, did you feel sorry for her too? Did you ice her up?”

Remington chuckled, “Take a guess.”

Without a direct answer, that must mean yes!

Lizetta felt like smashing his head in.

She turned around in anger, and Remington’s body pressed closer again. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Faced with him once more, she was cornered between his body and the wall, glaring at him with her head tilted back.

Remington’s lips curved slightly, appearing leisurely composed.

“Caring so much, yet you won’t admit you’re jealous?”

Lizetta thought he was insane, her expression cooling off.

“We’re not divorced yet; you’re my husband. Women do not like being cuckolded either, okay?”

The smile in Remington’s eyes faded slightly, “Since you know we’re not divorced, then move back home.”

Why could he bring this up again? Lizetta wanted to remind him that they would be divorced by now if he hadn’t broken their last appointment.

But Remington preempted her: “I had the bedroom cleaned up, everything’s new – the sofa, the carpets, the bedding.”

Thinking of previously encountering Evelina when she returned, Lizetta’s face went stone–cold.

“You can clean a room, but you can’t wash away the filth that’s gotten into my eyes and heart! I’m not coming back, get away! Go coddle your Evelina!”

She pushed at Remington hard, not expecting him to actually stumble backward, his expression changing slightly.

“Ouch.”

In the cramped space, his intake of breath was especially noticeable.

Lizetta, slightly panicked, grabbed his arm and urgently unbuttoned his shirt cuff to roll it up.

“What’s going on? Hasn’t your arm wound healed?”

Rolling up the sleeve, there was indeed a bandage on his forearm, stained with traces of blood.

Lizetta’s expression changed, and she said angrily.

“Why hasn’t it healed after so many days? What have you been doing, haven’t you taken care of yourself on the trip?”

Remington has a strong ability to heal; minor wounds can heal overnight without medication. However, it’s been seven or eight days since this injury, and it’s still bleeding. This is abnormal.

Thinking of Joseph’s illness, Lizetta couldn’t help but fear the worst, anxiety

written all over her face.

She grabbed Remington, wanting to rush outside to call a doctor.

But she couldn’t pull him along. Instead, Remington grabbed her wrist, gave a gentle pull, and Lizetta turned and fell into his arms, where he held her tightly.

Lizetta froze, his chin resting on top of her head, his voice carrying a smile.

“You’re this worried about me?”

Lizetta took a shallow breath, his presence always managing to make her feel instantly at peace.

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“Stop talking nonsense,” she murmured.

Even if not as husband and wife, they still had an unbreakable bond of sibling–like affection.

Even if divorced, she would still be the person most wishing for his peace and happiness in this world.

“Then let me hold you for a while.” Remington’s chin moved slightly, making Lizetta’s head itch where it rubbed against her.

His voice seemed to carry a tone of affection; Lizetta thought she must have made it out of her mind.

She smiled helplessly, “I’m not a miracle cure that can heal wounds, you know? Stop it, let’s get a doctor to check it out.”

Remington sighed, “I know what’s going on. There’s a set of traditional remedies for stopping bleeding and promoting tissue growth. Just do as I say. Now, raise your hand.”

His voice was serious, and Lizetta subconsciously obeyed, raising her hand and following his instructions.

“Put it on my waist.”

“Okay, and then what?”

“Pat it gently, smooth it.”

Lizetta was puzzled, “Are you sure you got it right?”

Despite her question, she still obediently patted and smoothed down his back. After a while without further instructions, she asked, “What’s next step?”

Remington’s voice held a smile, “Tell me. I’m not being stubborn, no more talk of divorce.”

“I’m not…” Lizetta repeated, then suddenly realized.

She had been so concerned that she got played by him!

She was mad at herself for being slow and at him for being wicked. She

pushed him away, her face flushed with anger.

“Remington, can you be any more childish!”

She was genuinely worried about him, and he was just playing her!

Lizetta turned to leave, reaching for the door handle, but Remington quickly caught up and placed his hand over the door.

He lowered his eyes, “I’m serious. I wasn’t playing you. Don’t you know that wound healing is closely related to mood? This is all because of you

upsetting me. If you behave and stop making me angry, the wound will naturally heal.”

Lizetta scoffed, “I’m not some dog you’ve raised. I can’t just obediently listen.” She pulled the door with force, and Remington’s cool voice sounded above her head.