Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 416

Lizetta shyly pushed against his chest, dodging him, "Someone might see."

Remington slightly lifted his head away, caressing her flushed lips, his voice a low murmur, "The coast’s already clear."

Lizetta turned her head, indeed surprised to find that the two clerks had discreetly vanished. But this only made her feel more embarrassed. She shot Remington an annoyed glance.

"Can't you mind the setting? You used to be so different!"

Back in the day, he was aloof, barely even willing to kiss her on their wedding day. Now, it seemed like he had turned into a kissing fiend, ready to lean in for a kiss at any moment.

Lizetta then remembered the teasing remarks the clerks had made about her.

"Don't like me this way?" His voice, rough and close, whispered as he pecked her lips again, his eyes narrowing slightly as he gazed at her, as if to catch her reaction.

Lizetta, cheeks aflame, shyly wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss, saying, "I do like it, just not used to, you know, in front of others. They were teasing me just now."

"How were they teasing you?"

"They said you must really love me a lot, caring so much about my comfort."

Lizetta looked into Remington's eyes, her heart racing uncontrollably.

Did he love her? She never dared to ask, and he had never said it outright, not even a simple “I like you”.

But lately, he had changed a lot, showing care, sharing his thoughts, refusing to let her go, his kisses passionate, sometimes even showing jealousy.

Lizetta gazed at the man in the mirror who was behind her; but before she could finish, his phone rang. He immediately released her to check it, telling Lizetta.

"The dress is perfect; let's go with this one. I'll have Sophia come to finalize your measurements. I need to take this call."

With a pat on her head, he turned and walked downstairs, phone to his ear.

Lizetta stood there, watching his retreating figure, suddenly feeling the warmth of the store wasn't enough; she felt a chill.

She hugged herself, a surge of boldness prompting her to consider snatching his phone away. She wanted to ask him, was that call really so urgent, or was her question just too hard for him to answer?

Lizetta lifted her gown's hem.