Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 1290

"Mmph! Mmm..."

Snapping out of her daze, Lizetta's face burned crimson as she shoved against his chest in panic.

But Remington remained completely oblivious, refusing to let her go and letting out an inappropriately seductive groan against her lips.

Desperate, Lizetta bit down hard on his lower lip. Wincing, he finally pulled back.

"Ouch, what are you..."

He looked at her with utter bewilderment and faint complaint, his dark eyes still hazy with lingering lust.

Catching sight of Joy blinking at them curiously, as if wondering what on earth his parents were doing, Lizetta wanted the ground to swallow her whole.

Oh, God! This was her very first reunion with her son as his mother!

And her maternal image was... well, shattered beyond repair!

She frantically grabbed Remington's shirt and suit, hastily wrapping them around his exposed, distracting torso, and hissed in humiliation.

"Joy is awake!"

Remington turned his head and, sure enough, met the wide, unblinking gaze of his son.

The man didn't look the least bit embarrassed, let alone turn tomato-red from head to toe like Lizetta.

Instead, he practically beamed, raising an arrogant eyebrow at the baby and offering a wide, pleased grin.

"You're a lucky kid. Mommy and Daddy being this deeply in love means you're going to grow up in a very healthy, affectionate household. Blink if you understand, son."

She murmured sweet apologies, pacing slowly around the room with him in her arms, showering his tear-streaked cheeks and tiny fists with desperate kisses.

Every sob that tore from his little throat felt like a knife twisting in her heart. Overwhelmed with a stifling wave of sorrow, she was on the verge of breaking down in tears alongside him.

Remington stood up, casually re-buttoning his shirt with one hand.

Joy was screaming his lungs out. Completely at a loss, Lizetta worried he was in physical pain and turned to tell Remington to fetch the doctor.

But before she could speak, she saw that the man had somehow already prepared a fresh bottle of formula. With practiced precision, he popped the nipple directly into the wailing baby's wide-open mouth.

"What are you doing?!"

Lizetta gasped, but Joy had already clamped down on the bottle and was greedily gulping the milk. His flushed, tear-stained little face looked impossibly adorable as he sucked away, his wet, heavy-lidded eyes slowly drooping in blissful satisfaction.