Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption novel Chapter 7

"Pfft." Lizetta choked and coughed.

She looked guilty as sin, and Remington's eyes grew grimmer, "Spit it out!"

Lizetta hurriedly put down her glass of water, "Is it that I can get pregnant by magic, or do you have some kind of special talent to reproduce remotely? Which time did you not take proper precautions?"

Her tone became inevitably tinged with bitterness and annoyance towards the end.

"Sharp-tongued, aren't you!" Remington chuckled ironically.

But he probably also thought it was impossible for her to be pregnant and didn't pursue the topic further.

He knelt on one knee beside the bed, holding her ankle and opened the medical kit. Lizetta didn't resist; she knew his temperament and that he was stubborn.

As a husband, he didn't love her, but as a brother, he was almost perfect. He rested her right foot on his knee, holding her pale ankle and used tweezers with iodine to clean the wound.

He did this with a grace and dignity all his own. She watched him, feeling like she was transported back fourteen years when he carried her bloodied self home, and she wouldn't let a doctor near her because of her trauma.

The young man squatted in front of her bed, gently treating her wounds.

"Don't be scared, Liz. I will protect you. We won't let you get hurt again, okay?"

It had been a long time since they had shared such warmth and closeness. Four years of cold distance was enough to show he didn't love her!

Remington finished bandaging her up and pulled something out of the medical kit, tossing it to Lizetta.

"Go test yourself."

It was a pregnancy test.

Lizetta pressed her lips, "I haven't eaten anything this afternoon, just a stomach upset."

"Go test!" The man cut her off.

He was really scared of her being pregnant, wasn't he? It made sense; he had never wanted to give her a child, and now with Evelina back, it was even less likely.

Lizetta picked up the pregnancy test and dragged her weary body into the bathroom.

Five minutes later, she came out and handed the test to Remington, "One line - not pregnant. Happy now?"

Her tone was sarcastic, and Remington glanced at the test with a cool gaze and an icy voice, "It's for the best."

He clearly didn't want her pregnant. Sleeping with her must've been a last resort, and having a baby was probably an abomination in his eyes. Any child would be considered a bastard, probably.

"I'll sleep in the study. You better reflect on this," Remington turned and left.