Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 844

“You gave it to me, so it’s mine! Do you need me to explain ownership rights to you?”

Lizetta Gardenia felt a jolt of fear from his cold demeanor, sensing his anger and urgency. She couldn’t help but regret the cufflink she’d tossed into her pocket.

“Turn around!”

Suddenly, Remington Dashiell barked an order at Cedric.

This couple was either lovey-dovey or at each other's throats in an instant. Cedric felt a knot in his stomach as he drove; at the sound of Remington’s command, he immediately turned the car around.

Lizetta froze, grabbing Remington’s arm. “Weren’t we heading to the restaurant? What are you doing?!”

“Going back to find the cufflink,” Remington replied coolly.

That cufflink was given to Lizetta by Stella West in the parking lot of the Starlight Group. Even if she lost it, it had to be somewhere around there.

He fixed his gaze on Lizetta. “Where did you lose it? In the trash? What’s the location?”

Lizetta went silent.

Cedric was about to make a turn, really heading back now. Lizetta didn’t want to end up trending for dumpster diving with the CEO of the Starlight Group.

She shut her eyes. “Stop looking! I didn’t lose it!”

Cedric’s hands tightened on the steering wheel.

Remington narrowed his eyes, staring at Lizetta. “I don’t believe you, little liar.”

Lizetta was about to say she had given it to him, but he didn’t give her a chance. Suddenly, he pushed her down, one hand pressing on her shoulder while the other gripped her calf and pulled her sideways.

Lizetta let out a startled gasp as Remington laid her back against the seat. At the same time, his weight pressed down on her.

Cedric expertly raised the divider and cranked up the music to the max.

The painful memory made her fear he might go off like that again. She looked at him with pleading eyes. “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have joked like that. I didn’t throw the cufflink away; it’s really in my pocket. Can you let go? I’ll help you put it on, okay?”

Her voice was soft and a little pitiful, clearly pleading.

Remington paused, a flicker of happiness crossing his face; she was finally sweet-talking him. But he also felt a twinge of annoyance at missing the chance to punish her.

His gaze darkened. “Who are you asking for permission, little liar?”

The car hit a bump, and their bodies swayed together.

Lizetta felt the hard pressure against her. “Remington.”

“Nope, who exactly are you asking?” He clearly wasn’t satisfied with the emotionless name she’d just called him.

Lizetta bit her lip, taking a moment before softly calling out his name.