Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption ( Lizetta ) novel Chapter 327

Chapter 327 

nose tingled with emotion, and for a moment, she hesitated to approach. 

She feared it was all an illusion, that he didn’t care about her as much as she thought 

Or perhaps, he wasn’t there waiting for her. 

“Are you going to come over or what?” 

It wasn’t until she heard Remington’s stem voice that Lizetta confirmed her hopes. 

Was this his way of making amends? 

She thought about it, her earlier frustrations fading away into a bittersweet feeling. 

Her heart felt a mix of sour and sweet as she walked over to him, reaching to pluck the cigarette from Remington’s fingers. 

“Remington, this is a no–smoking zone in the hospital. With your injuries, smoking isnt good for you!” 

Remington, however, retorted, “Pregnant women should stay away from smoke too!” 

“So why are you still smoking!” Lizetta huffed lightly. 

Remington crushed the cigarette butt in his palm, extinguishing it. 

He walked over to a trash can to dispose of it, then turned back to her with a cold tone. 

“You’re the reason I’m stressed.enough to smoke in the first place!” 

Lizetta walked up to him, hands behind her back, locking up into his eyes, “Remington, were you jealous just now?” 

She held her breath, hopeful light twinkling in her eyes. 

Remington’s lips twitched slightly, “Yes!” 

His acknowledgment was so straightforward and firm. 

Lizetta’s heart soared as if illuminated by the brightest sunshine, her smile uncontrollable and her cheeks flushing 

At that moment, Remington suddenly pulled Lizetta into his embrace, looking down at her. 

close to another man?” 

“You’re my wife. Isn’t it natural for a husband to feel jealous when his wife is too cl 

His tone cooled, “Liz, let this be the last time!” 

So, it was all because she was his wife, not because of who she was. 

Lizetta suppressed her disappointment, nodding, but still explained. 

“Remington, I accidentally fell asleep earlier and thought the person beside me was you.” 

Remington, still fuming over the incident, lifted her chin. 

“Do you love him?” 

Lizetta froze, then shook her head in disbelief. 

“Of course not! There’s nothing between Hogan and me. I don’t love him. Why would you think that?” 

past few Remington scoffed, “He’s been after you for years, even dared to approach the Dashiell family with a marriage proposal. These pa years, he left a promising position with the White family to work at the Dashiell private hospital, scheming to get close to you. You two were kissing in the car, you hid your pregnancy from me, wanting a divorce, and even went to Astoria with him. Just now, you were all over him. How am I supposed to think, hmm?” 

Remington’s grip on Lizetta’s chin tightened, her slender neck bending under his hold. 

She looked up at him, his eyes a storm of ice and fire, and his words making an unsettling sense to her. 

“I never kissed him!” Lizetta protested weakly. 

“Should I remind you? It was in your car parked below Yolanda’s apartment.” 

Remington sneered. He had seen it all from the shadows that night. 

Hogan had leaned in to kiss Lizetta, who sat passively in the passenger seat without pushing him away. 

Even though it was a brief kiss, Remington felt a rage he could hardly contain. 

He had yet to properly kiss her himself; how dam Hogan?