Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 1285

While speaking, Lizetta had already taken matters into her own hands. In seconds, she unbuttoned the top three buttons of his dress shirt, yanked the fabric from his trousers, and tried to pull it up to inspect his torso.

Remington firmly caught her wrists. She looked up with teary eyes, meeting his helpless, dark gaze.

"Liz, not here."

He leaned down, his voice dropping to a low murmur near her ear.

"You can look and touch all you want when we get back. But not right now."

The feeling of her frantic, soft fingertips brushing against his abdomen and chest was pure torture.

Embarrassed and frustrated by his shameless teasing, Lizetta noticed several passersby casting curious glances their way.

But she couldn't care less about the audience right now. She glared at him.

"Who's joking around? Where are you hurt? Don't tell me..."

Seeing her gaze start to drift lower, Remington's stomach tightened.

Terrified of where her imagination might wander, he quickly clamped a hand over her eyes and spoke in a serious tone.

"My right shoulder. It's not a big deal. Stop listening to Cedric's dramatic exaggerations."

Hearing it was just his shoulder brought her a fraction of relief, but her tension quickly spiked again.

She pulled his hand away from her face, scolding him fiercely.

"If your shoulder is hurt, why are you moving around so much? Stay still. I'll support you."

With utmost care, she wrapped her arm around his waist, signaling for him to walk.

Remington felt like he had suddenly aged fifty years, but seeing her protective fussing filled him with quiet satisfaction.

A faint smile touched his lips as he allowed her to guide him slowly out of the terminal.

"Baby, are you trying to comfort me or torture me?"

He honestly couldn't tell anymore.

She was aching for him, yet he still had the nerve to joke around. Lizetta pulled back, lightly thumping his chest with her fist before putting on a fierce scowl.

"I told you not to get hurt, but you still ended up like this! You never listen. Did you get yourself shot on purpose just to make me worry to death?"

Remington parted his lips to answer, but before he could make a sound, she shot him another glare.

"Shut up! You totally did it on purpose!"

Despite her fiery words, the raw heartbreak in her eyes betrayed her faux anger.

Remington's heart melted completely, his gaze softening into a pool of bottomless affection.

Looking at the woman in front of him, and thinking of their son sleeping safely in a hospital bed, he knew every second of the pain had been worth it.