Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption ( Lizetta ) novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209 

Lizetta let out a sigh of relief when she heard his command, but at the same time, tears. started flowing uncontrollably again. 

The driver didn’t dare to make a peep. 

With a limited interior space, even though Lizetta didn’t want to sob out loud, you could still hear her intermittent sniffles. 

Remington was visibly annoyed, he turned his head to give her a cold look and said, “Lizetta, if you don’t stop crying, I might just change my mind!” 

If he refused to divorce her, she would cry. 

If he agreed, she was still crying. 

She couldn’t possibly be crying tears of joy, right? 

The thought crossed Remington’s mind and his handsome face turned even more sour. 

His hand, resting on his knee, clenched into a fist, making a slight creaking sound. 

Lizetta, scared by his reaction, immediately stopped crying. She blinked her red eyes and shrank like a frightened bunny next to the car window. 

“Don’t be mad, I’ve stopped crying,” she said in a muffled voice, while Remington felt his anger stuck in his chest, unable to vent it. 

He snorted coldly and thought, “This is me being mad?” 

Heartless thing, she’d never seen him really lose his cool. 

Remington closed his eyes, as if even another glance at her would be too annoying. 

Lizetta exhaled quietly, pulled out a tissue, and started dabbing at her face. She sneakily fetched a mirror and took a look at herself. 

Seeing her red, puffy eyes and disheveled appearance in the mirror, she started to feel frustrated. 

Divorce wasn’t going as she had imagined. 

They didn’t hold a spectacular.wedding ceremony. She had thought that the divorce should be taken seriously, dressed to the nines, graceful and dignified. 

But things had gone south. 

Lizetta sighed silently and started fixing her hair in the mirror, 

Remington was half–asleep when his phone rang. Opening his eyes, he saw Lizetta fussing with her reflection in the mirror, her easy–going demeanor making the chill in his 

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eyes grow colder. 

He thought, “She really seems over the moon, can’t wait to get rid of me, huh?” 

The call was from Cedric, and Remington was about to give him orders, so he picked up 

“Mr. Dashiell, Ms. Shirley was just in the café…” 

Cedric was reporting about things happened at the coffee shop, but Remington cut him off mid–sentence, ordering, “Head over to the old house, grab my personal information and marriage certificate, and bring them to the civil affairs office.” 

Cedric on the other end was all confused, understanding every word but unable to make 

sense of them. 

“Mr. Dashiell, what did you say?” 

Remington’s voice was icy, “Are you going deaf?” 

Cedric could feel his anger through the phone, but he didn’t dare respond. 

The civil affairs office wasn’t supposed to handle anything other than marriages and divorces. Was Remington going to get a divorce? 

But hadn’t Remington been wooing his wife recently? Why the sudden divorce?