Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 555

The call ended, and Remington reached out once again to grasp Lizetta's hand in his, saying, "Why are your hands still so cold? Do you want to go back to bed and lie down?"

Lizetta quickly withdrew her hand, "Thanks for tonight, but you don't have to worry about Hans anymore."

Lizetta was serious about the divorce from Remington, and that meant she couldn't rely on him for everything anymore.

"What do you mean?" Remington's gaze darkened, his jawline tensing.

Lizetta shook her head, standing up to say, "Hans served fourteen years, he's been punished. I'm not a little kid anymore, he can't hurt me now, I..."

"Can't hurt you? Really!"

Remington suddenly interrupted her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards the bathroom.

Lizetta stumbled as he led her into the bathroom and up to the vanity.

"What's gotten into you? Let go..."

Just as Lizetta managed to wrest her wrist from his grasp, Remington moved behind her, stretching his arms out on the vanity.

He trapped her between his body and the vanity, looking down at her sharply through the mirror.

"Look at yourself, pale as a ghost. You call that not being hurt?"

Lizetta frowned at her reflection in the mirror, indeed looking disheveled.

But what concerned her more was the sense of oppression from Remington standing so close behind her, enveloping her entirely.

Divorced couples shouldn't be like this.

She managed a stubborn smile, "I wasn't prepared today, it was just a stress reaction. Next time I see him, it won't be like this. Besides, having a bodyguard is enough, you really don't need to do more."

Remington suddenly lifted his hand, pinching Lizetta's chin.

Lizetta's hands clenched tightly, "I'm not afraid of anything, don't flatter yourself!"

Remington's lips curved into a slight smile, his voice low and magnetic, "Flatter myself about what?"

His teasing gaze made Lizetta push him away hastily and head towards the door.

Frowning and biting her lip, she realized she might have given herself away with her hasty rebuttal.

Watching her retreat somewhat frantically, Remington's eyes gleamed with amusement.

He followed her, but by then Lizetta had already entered the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

Left outside, Remington didn't seem upset.

Leaning against the door, his voice carried through, tinged with a smile.