Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 896

Listening to her voice, tinged with a mix of careful consideration and palpable anxiety, he felt a sourness at the tip of his nose.

"You were really out of line back then. I was so mad at you, thought I could never forgive you..."

Hearing her voice laden with grievance, Remington's heart clenched in pain.

The regret and sorrow weighed heavier on his handsome face as it rested on her shoulder.

If only he could, he'd travel back in time to give his stubborn, foolish past self a good thrashing.

He had wanted to protect and take care of her, yet he always ended up being the one who hurt her the most.

Holding Lizetta's hand, his large palm enveloping her small fist, he pulled it towards his chest, gently saying,

"I know, it's all my fault. Grandma even told me to let go, but after Daisy passed, and you were so set on leaving, refusing to even glance at me, I was terrified. I feared that letting go meant losing you forever. I desperately wanted to return to those times when you relied on me, thinking that as long as I was there for you, day and night, taking care of you, being by your side, we could go back..."

Remington's voice was low, filled with repentance and apology. He lifted his gaze, looking into her slightly reddened eyes, earnest and serious.

"Liz, I promise I won't do anything against your wishes again. I'll respect your decisions. You believe me, right? I misspoke earlier, it wasn't what I really thought. If I ever restrict your freedom again, let me..."

He was eager to clear any doubts she might have, reiterating his point tirelessly.

The value and caution in his deep eyes were easily perceivable.

As he spoke, seemingly worried she might still not believe him, he even raised his right hand, intending to swear an oath.

Lizetta didn't let him finish, placing her hand on his lips, slightly annoyed.

"Enough, stop it. I didn't say I didn't believe you. And you're making a vow? How childish can you be?"

Hearing her slightly annoyed voice, Remington stopped laughing. He gently kissed her fingertips a few times before reluctantly letting go of her fingers. His long, strong fingers intertwined with hers, palm to palm, fingers locked, as he slightly raised his eyebrows and said,

"Liz, are you worried about me, not wanting me to make any serious vows?"

Lizetta felt a moment of panic, sensing her small thoughts and emotions were transparent to him.

She feigned composure, not wanting him to be so smug, about to retort, but then he suddenly leaned against her shoulder, his voice husky.

"Liz, don't argue, give me some reassurance."

He tilted his head slightly, brushing gently against her tender neck, whispering as if begging.

"Don't make me anxious..."