Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 624

He hurried upstairs, his steps quick with concern, and pushed open the bedroom door.

But the bed was empty, no sign of Lizetta. His expression shifted to one of worry and confusion. "Liz?"

He strode into the room, pushing the bathroom door open with urgency, but it was empty too.

"Liz! Lizetta!"

Just as Remington was about to call out for help, his gaze swept toward the balcony and he froze in his tracks.

There, standing on the balcony with a delicate silhouette, was Lizetta. She must have heard his frantic calls, but she didn't turn around or respond.

With a tight jaw, Remington quickly stepped outside.

"You're supposed to be in postpartum recovery, you shouldn't be out here in the cold."

His voice was deep and concerned as he rushed over and scooped Lizetta into his arms.

She felt lighter than ever, as fragile as a willow fluff in his embrace.

Lizetta let herself be carried back to bed and tucked in without a word.

"Don't run off like that again!" Remington frowned, his worry evident.

Only then did Lizetta look at him. "What's next? You're going to lock me in?"

A thin smile played on Remington's lips. "Glad you understand."

Her response was a light, mocking laugh.

"Why didn't you answer me when I called out?" he asked, unable to bear the sudden silence.

"Are you afraid I'd run away? Or that I'd jump off the balcony?" Lizetta's tone was laced with sarcasm.

She looked at him, her gaze playful yet cold.

Remington paused, massaging his temples. "Lizetta, why does every word from you have to be so sharp?"

"You could let me go and find someone sweet on the outside but sharp on the inside, like Stella."

Her eyes then drifted to the sleeve of his right hand.

Following her gaze, Remington saw a smear of red on the cuff of his white shirt.

Remington sat down beside the bed, starting to reach out to stroke her hair but then hesitating, mindful of the lipstick mark. He switched hands.

"I won't hide anything, trust me."

He gently smoothed her hair with his left hand, but Lizetta turned away, lying with her back to him, her silence a cold barrier between them.

Through the night.

Lizetta refused to share a bed with Remington, who stayed awake until he was sure she was asleep before retreating to the guest room.

In the early hours around 2 or 3 a.m., Ray suddenly pushed the door open.

Remington, a light sleeper, was instantly alert, his eyes sharp in the darkness.

He got out of bed and moved swiftly to the door.

"Something's up at the hospital?"

Ray nodded. "Yes, someone broke into the ward, but we've caught them."