Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 901

"I'm sorry, I took it out on you. Maybe we should take some time to cool off."

Lizetta lowered her gaze, her lips pressing together slightly before she looked up at Remington, who was unusually silent.

Her voice was taut, her face a little pale, and her bright eyes seemed clouded with confusion and melancholy.

Remington was lost in thought, reflecting on his past actions, a deep sense of regret gnawing at him. But when he snapped back to the present, all he heard was her almost indifferent words.

Her hand, which he had been holding tightly, slowly slipped away.

In an instant, Remington felt as though he had been cast into a wintry abyss, cold seeping into his bones, while a furious fire burned in his chest.

His handsome face turned cold and hard, eyes fixed on the woman he both loved and resented.

"What do you mean by 'cool off'?" His voice was calm, too calm—carrying a hint of a chilling smile.

The pressure of his firm grip made Lizetta's fingers ache, and she frowned, feeling a bit panicked.

"It means exactly what it sounds like."

Remington's jawline was rigid.

Exactly what it sounds like?

They had just started over, and now she wanted to put everything on hold? It felt like hitting the brakes in the middle of a high-speed chase—not even a machine could stop like that without crashing.

"Don’t overthink it. I just feel like whenever we start talking, we end up revisiting old wounds, and maybe neither of us is really ready for a fresh start."

Lizetta tried to explain, hoping to soothe his fraying temper.

But the more she talked, the more it sounded like she was backtracking, pouring cold water over everything, telling him she regretted it, that maybe they should just call it quits.

Her voice dwindled under his increasingly icy glare.

"Heh."

With that, he averted his gaze, turned, and strode out, his retreating figure exuding a stern finality.

When she tried to pull her hand away earlier, he wouldn’t let go.

She stopped struggling, and then he suddenly did.

She stood there, the back of her hand still warm from his touch, yet his presence was already gone.

A mix of hurt and frustration welled up inside her.

She hadn’t said anything that bad; she even apologized.

And there he went, talking a good game, only to leave her alone again.

Typical. Men like him never change.

Cooling off was a good idea; she should really just go find Yoli.