Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption ( Lizetta ) novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113 

Lizette looked up, her gaze locked onto Remington. 

“My left eye diagnoses you with delusion of grandeur, and my right, with narcissism–both quite severe. I‘ check where to register for your treatment.” 

Remington didn’t get mad, and his thin lips curved slightly. 

“You’d be more convincing if you put your dress on before making such statements.” 

Lizetta remembered how she was awkwardly bent over pulling off her dress when he walked in. The action now seemed rather embarrassing. 

And now, the torn dress was still half–draped over her knees, a chilly breeze teasing the space between her legs. 

Her bare thighs were pressed directly against the fabric of the man’s suit pants, through which she could feel the texture of his muscular thighs and the heat of his body. 

Compared to her utter disarray, he looked like he was about to attend an important event, even his bow tie was impeccably knotted. 

To any onlooker, the scene would seem as if she was the one seducing him. 

Lizetta’s face flushed with embarrassment, then boiled over into anger. 

“Mr. Dashiell, don’t flatter yourself! I didn’t know you were home! If I had, I wouldn’t have come in. Let go of mel 

She wriggled and twisted, her soft and fragrant body sparking intense friction and heat against him. 

A tightening in his lower abdomen, and Remington let out a soft grunt. 

It was extremely censual, and the desire was at its peak. 

Lizetta froze, her ears burning up. 

But before she could react, the world spun around as the man’s strong hands cradled the back of her head, wrapped around her waist, rolled over, and pinned her underneath him. 

The changing room’s plush carpet cradled her soft body. 

“Mph!” 

Her words were tightly sealed by his scorching breath against her lips. 

Lizetta widened her eyes, and to her surprise, the man hadn’t even closed his own. In their close gaze, his usually cold, deep eyes were now filled with desire for conquest and plunder, like a whirlpool ready to devour her. 

Lizetta’s heart trembled, and she wanted to bite him. But the man anticipated this and released her, looking 

1. up. 

Lizetta panted, “Do you take something?” 

He went from frigid to a horned–up jerk in the blink of an eye! 

“So, if I took some, could I use you to cool off?” Remington’s lips curved slightly as he lowered his hips. 

Lizetta felt it all over; her body shivered, and she looked at his shamelessness in a new light. 

“Get off me! I don’t want this. I came back for my stuff, not for this. I didn’t mean to lead you on, you’ve got it 

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all wrong 

She was frantic, now certain that she was carrying a baby. 

The doctor had wamed her to avoid intimate relations during the first three months, and Lizetta struggled fiercely. 

But Remington held her wrists firmly above her head, bending down to plant fervent kisses along her neck and collarbone, his hot breath spreading to her sensitive ears. 

“Why not? We haven’t tried it elsewhere. Be good, go with it, save yourself some suffering later!” 

The more she resisted, the more turbulent the emotions in his eyes. 

The sound of his belt buckle being undone made Lizetta’s scalp tingle, and she screamed. 

“No! We’re about to get divorced, we can’t do this! Go find Evelina if you’re that hot and bothered, let go of 

me.” 

Remington’s anger flared when she suggested he go to Evelina, a fiery rage igniting through him. 

His hands caressed her body, lifting slightly to rip away the torn dress at her knees and reaching for the last piece of fabric underneath