Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption ( Lizetta ) novel Chapter 244

Chapter 244 

femington vETË EKZEEL 

Mitte Lam prema ne ust het aant 

a tase of Remington’s homenate DASIES. 

for Og naraty my stomachs enny 

Gaeta stammy thankty at the how of pastas as if they sprouted flowers. Remington couldn’t help but flick her on the forehead. 

then did last pick up her tensis, ter pace lowered. She took a bite of pastas, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. 

taly was scumptious 

é soumens crest to Let’s nose, and she began to eat heartily 

Ste bought is no wonder she fell for him 

Once upon a time he was realy great the kind to treasure her as his only cherished jewel 

It was just too bat it was meant for her sister 

She was ton greedy always wanting more toping for eternal love. 

Even during these four years, besides for loving her and neglecting her, he never really did anything too out of line, never let her want for anything marenaly 

He just didn’t love her 

But he didn’t marry her wilingy either, and he wasnt obligated to love her. 

It was her own unrequited love that comented ter 

Compared to that, the outside world and other people did her more harm, but she could handle that. 

Yet with HR, STE was actually a bit spoled, muy couldn’t handle even the slightest grievance without blowing it out of proportion. 

“Stop eating 

Suddenly Remington grasped Lizata’s hand. 

Lizetta smuggled. No, it’s good, Im not full yet. I haven’t finished, let go!” 

She broke free from Remingtons grasp and picked up another strand of pastas to eat, but suddenly she found it hard to swallow. 

It was delicious, and she wanted to eat. 

What was happening to her? 

Crying while eating, yet you say you want to eat? I won’t get mad if you don’t want to eat!” 

In a deep voice Remington took the utensils from Lizetta’s hands, pinched her chin with one hand, and wiped her cheeks with the other. That was when Lizetta realized), she had been crying, choking back sobs. 

She felt weak, it was just a bowl of pastes, wasn’t it? 

Lizama turned her head away awkwardly, not wanting to show Remington her messy state. 

But he wouldn’t let go. He leaned in closet, his lips nearing her, as if he was about to kiss away her tears. 

The familiar hot breath brushed against her, and as Lizetta gazed at the handsome face so close to hers, a mix of sadness and panic weled up in her eyes 

She pushed firm away fiercely, standing up from her chair. 

Tm done eating, thanks, goodnight‘ 

She turned around, rubbing her face forcefully, and ran into her room, slamming the door shut. 

Remington remained seated, his gaze settling on the closed bedroom door, his fingertips still damp, his eyes dark and brooding. 

in the dead of night, Remington lay on the couch 

The couch was too short for him, his legs dangling off the edge, making it impossible to get a good night’s sleep. 

He grabbed his phone and opened up the group chat. 

Pamington: Why would a woman cry over pastas?]