Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption ( Lizetta ) novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195 

Remington’s voice was barely above a whisper, yet Lizetta’s heart felt like it had been sucker–punched, stirring up a storm of sour, swelling pain. 

She just stared at the guy in front of her, her eyes uncontrollably misting over She waarmed to turn her head away, not wanting to show him her fragile side 

But Remington’s hand, which had been pinching her chin, shifted to cradle her face, not letting her dodge the moment. 

Tears rolled down Lizetta’s cheeks, one by one, splashing onto the maris knuckles, sinking into the palm of his hand. 

“Hey, don’t cry. Sorry, it’s all my fault.” 

Her tears were warm, but to Remington, they felt scalding, as though each one was searing his heart. 

He thought back to the video Fiona had sent him on his way back. The video cactured the chaotic scene by the pool. 

He saw that after he left with Evelina in his arms, the pool remained earity quiet and Lizetta didn’t come up for air on her own. 

He also saw that it was Cassius who finally dived in to rescue License. Her face was 50 pale at the time, her eyes tightly shut, her whole being as silent and lifeless as could be 

It was Cassius who laid her flat and performed emergency aid, making her cough out the water she’d inhaled. 

When she opened her eyes, they were red and vacant, truly the eyes of someone who had nearly drowned. 

She could have died right in front of him. And he was totally clueless. 

He couldn’t bear to watch the whole video, quickly snuffing out his phone’s screen, not daring to see more. 

He couldn’t bear the thought of what might have happened if Cassius hadn’t dived in to save her – if she had sunk to the bottom of the pool forever. 

At that moment, he felt a surge of panic and fear like never before, wishing he could stab himself. And now, at the sight of Lizetta’s involuntary tears. Remington’s heart was in agony, a mix of heartache and helplessness. 

His thumb gently traced her tear–streaked face, treating her as delicately as if she were made of fragile glass. But the more he tried to wipe them away, the more the tears seemed to flow. 

Remington wrapped his arms around the softly trembling Lizetta, holding her tight as if to 

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merge her into his body to ease his guilt and lingering fear. 

He stroked her hair, bent down to plant a gentle kiss on her, and cooed in a softened voice like when he used to comfort her as a child. 

“Liz, stop crying. it’s all my stupid fault. I didn’t realize you were drowning. I thought you were a good swimmer, that you’d be fine, but I forget that accidents can happen. 

I messed up, made you feel cold inside, right? Don’t cry; how about you hit me a few times to make it better?” 

Lizetta nestled in Remington’s arms, her tears soaking his chest. She couldn’t believe that even Fiona’s rough acting had fooled Remington.