Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 746

Yolanda immediately nodded in support, "Absolutely! Kicking a jerk to the curb definitely calls for a dating spree with like seventy or eighty guys for a proper heartbreak rehab! Let’s get it scheduled, I’m all in!"

After leaving Yolanda's room, Lizetta returned to her own bedroom. She took a shower, got into bed, and picked up her cellphone from the nightstand.

She intended to set an alarm but noticed a few texts from an unknown number.

Curiosity piqued, she opened the messages, her eyes twinkling slightly.

[ I saw it. ]

[ He kissed you! ]

[ You actually let him kiss you! ]

[ Are you two an item now? Are you seriously considering letting him be the in-law of the Madden family? ]

Lizetta, “......”

Only then did she realize that the timely honks she heard earlier were actually from Remington.

At that moment, she had thought of him as a knight in shining armor coming to her rescue, but now she just wanted to drag the jerk out and boot him into next week.

Total stalker vibes!

Her finger hovered over the screen, ready to block the number.

Just then, another text came in.

[ Did you brush your teeth thoroughly? Do it a few more times! ]

Lizetta rolled her eyes, too annoyed to entertain his increasingly ridiculous harassment. Yet, the man sent another text.

[ He forced that kiss on you, and you weren’t even mad. Next time we meet, I'm going for it too. ]

Lizetta, “!!”

This lunatic.

Worried he might actually try something, she frowned and quickly typed a response.

[ You dare! ]

No sooner had she sent the message than her phone abruptly rang.

It was Remington calling.

“So, you’re willing to talk to me now?”

Remington’s voice grew lighter, playfully misinterpreting her words. She was missing the point entirely.

Lizetta was speechless, grinding her teeth in frustration. Just as she was about to angrily hang up, he quickly added,

“But he forced a kiss on you, and you weren’t even mad, Liz. Why the double standards now?”

Fuming, Lizetta blurted out,

“Which eye of yours saw us kissing? There was no forceful kiss, you...”

She stopped mid-sentence when she heard his soft, amused chuckle on the other end, realizing there was no point in explaining herself to this jerk.

Annoyed, she pulled the phone away and hung up.

Yet, as if Remington had anticipated her reaction, his voice softly reached her before the call ended.

“Goodnight, sweetheart...”

Lizetta tossed the phone aside as if it burned her, muttering, “Sweetheart, my foot!”