Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 791

Lizetta suddenly snapped back to reality, only then noticing the cool sensation on her cheeks. She raised her hand, clumsily trying to wipe away the tear stains from the corners of her eyes.

But Remington's warm fingers were already gently brushing her face, slowly tracing away the moisture.

Lizetta's emotions were tumultuous as she brushed Remington's hand aside, yet her gaze remained fixed on the painting.

"When did you paint this?" she asked.

Remington rubbed his thumb over the dampness on the canvas, a look of tenderness and pity surfacing in his eyes.

"After you left, Grandma's health has been deteriorating, so I've been spending more time at the family estate. I painted this during my idle moments."

Lizetta knew he wasn't telling the whole truth. Such a large painting couldn't have been completed overnight. Remington was always busy; he must have squeezed out time from his rest to paint it.

"Why did you paint this piece?" Lizetta's voice was soft, and Remington struggled to discern whether she was happy or sad.

He lowered his gaze, subconsciously tightening his embrace. "I..."

She had told him this before, but it seemed like he could never understand. Remington stiffened momentarily, then, gripping Lizetta's shoulders, he made her face him. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at her, "Liz, we can't stay trapped in the past forever. Daisy wouldn't want you to be stuck because of her. Let's start over, give me a chance to make things right, okay?"

Lizetta looked into his eyes, filled with hope and obsession, her heart squeezed tight. She widened her tear-filled eyes, "You're not Daisy. How would you know if Daisy would forgive us for being such parents? Don't you think it's selfish to say that?"

Lizetta pushed the moisture back from her eyes, her gaze becoming sharper and colder after being cleansed. Remington's jaw tensed, his hand on her shoulder turning from burning hot to tremulously cold.

Just moments ago, in the changing room, he had held her so close. He could feel it; she hadn't forgotten him. She had feelings for him.