Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 1049

The gentle, polite reminder came from Jerome, while the blunt, icy command naturally belonged to Remington. Yolanda felt as if her hand were being pierced by the combined glares of the two men. She rolled her eyes inwardly. Lizetta wasn't made of glass; why were they acting as if she were committing assault? Still, her hand awkwardly froze in mid-air. Retracting it sheepishly, she looked at Lizetta and asked, "Liz, you must be starving, right? Tell me what you want to eat, and I'll go cook it for you myself." Remembering Yolanda's historically disastrous culinary skills, Lizetta quickly grabbed her hand. "Let's just order takeout. I just want to sit here and talk to you." Yolanda nodded eagerly. Jerome stepped forward. "I had the kitchen staff prepare light, easily digestible meals in advance. I'll call them to bring the food over now." "Okay, thank you, Jerome," Lizetta said, offering him a warm smile. Jerome looked at her, his eyes filled with a deep, lingering guilt. "Grandpa and Grandma entrusted you to my care, and I failed to protect you." Thank god Lizetta had pulled through in the end. If she hadn't, a million deaths wouldn't have been enough to atone for his failure. He had been in Zion City this whole time and hadn't even realized Andrea Porter had moved back. Thinking about the investigation results from the past two days—how Andrea had relentlessly targeted Lizetta at the company, leading up to this sudden 'brake failure'—Jerome's eyes darkened with a chilling, murderous intent. Sensing his guilt, Lizetta quickly waved her hands with a bright smile. "Jerome, please don't say that. It's not your job to babysit me. Besides, it was my own fault for not being cautious enough. I didn't even tell you I was going to the Belmont Estate for lunch, so how could anyone blame you?" She had simply underestimated the ugliness of human nature and let her guard down. Seeing Lizetta smile so gently and sweetly at Jerome, Remington immediately stepped sideways, perfectly blocking her view of the other man. Glancing back at Jerome, he snapped, "Didn't you say you were calling the staff to bring the food? Stop dawdling and go." Jerome easily saw through Remington's petty jealousy. Without bothering to argue, he simply turned and left the room. But while one obstacle was gone, Yolanda was still firmly planted by the bed. Remington lowered his gaze, his oppressive stare practically drilling a hole through Yolanda's head. "Lizetta, Miss Yolanda has been guarding this room for two days straight without resting. She's exhausted. You should tell her to go home and sleep." Lizetta looked at her friend. Yolanda knew exactly what Remington was doing—trying to kick her out so he could monopolize Lizetta. She turned her head and dramatically rolled her eyes. "I feel fantastic, actually. I'm not tired at all, and I certainly don't need any rest. Mr. Dashiell, however, looks like a caveman. Perhaps you should hurry up and go groom yourself." Yolanda still held a grudge against Remington for the pain he had caused Lizetta in the past. She hadn't even known Lizetta had forgiven him! Walking in and seeing the two of them wrapped around each other, kissing like there was no tomorrow, had left a deeply complicated taste in Yolanda's mouth. It felt like she had spent all her time guarding her pristine garden, only for the same stubborn pig to sneak back in and eat her prize-winning cabbage again. Turning her attention back to Lizetta, Yolanda narrowed her eyes threateningly. "So, Liz, who do you think should go home and rest? Me, or him?" The warning in her best friend's eyes was crystal clear. The wrath of a betrayed best friend was a terrifying thing to behold. Without a second's hesitation, Lizetta chose solidarity over romance. She looked at Remington and said, "Remi, I want to have a good chat with Yoli."