Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 1009

The man spun the phone, casting the light downward onto Liz. With his eyes lowered, he stared at her with an intense, profound gaze. "Be a good girl, change my contact name. Don't use my full name like we're strangers." Liz looked up but didn't take the phone, her eyes curving into a smile. "What name would you like?" Remington clicked his tongue. "You?" "Didn't you just complain that I was being too distant?" Liz was deliberately antagonizing him. Since Remington's fingers hadn't touched the screen for a while, the phone's backlight timed out. Plunged into sudden darkness, Liz's eyes struggled to adjust. She could only make out the man's blurry silhouette. Like being locked onto by a fierce beast in the dead of night, it made her inexplicably nervous. She held her breath and even subconsciously squeezed her eyes shut, expecting him to lean down and kiss her. However... The expected touch never came. Instead, she felt light against her eyelids again. Remington's pale finger had tapped the phone, bringing the screen back to life. Liz's eyelids fluttered, and she opened her eyes to meet the man's teasing, narrowed gaze. The outer corners of his long eyes tilted up slightly, his smile lazy and a little wicked. "Liz, is it really appropriate for you to address me so formally looking like that?" Confused, Liz followed his gaze downward, and her face instantly flushed bright red. Because she had just stepped out of the bathroom and hadn't realized he was still there, she was only wearing her underwear on her upper body. Illuminated by the cold light of the phone, her pale skin glowed, leaving nothing to the imagination. Even the formal address she had just used suddenly took on a very strange connotation. Especially since she had just been tilting her head up with her eyes closed. Blushing with embarrassed anger, Liz reached out to snatch her phone back. "You're so annoying, Remington!" But her hand grasped empty air. The man instantly turned off the screen again and grabbed her wrist with his other hand. With a forceful pull, Liz was pulled flush against the man's body. He was still wearing the same shirt from earlier. The silk shirt, half-soaked by Ron and warmed by his high body heat, created an explosive, humid tension between them. In the darkness, Liz could hear their breaths mingling—an atmosphere of endless intimacy. The man's warm, large hand gently stroked her ear, his voice still slow and teasing. "Is my little Liz refusing to listen to her brother now that she's grown up? Even just changing a contact name..." The tense atmosphere sent Liz's heart racing. Especially with little Ron fast asleep on the bed nearby, she was genuinely afraid Remington might lose his mind and do something crazy. Interrupting him, she surrendered. "I'll change it! I'll change it right now. Whatever you want it to be!" She admitted it—she couldn't handle his teasing at all. Remington chuckled softly, lowering his head to muse by her ear, "Then I'll have to think about what to change it to. What do you think, Liz?" Liz had truly had enough. She felt for the phone in his hand, snatched it away, unlocked the screen, and quickly typed out a new contact name for him. Looking down from above, Remington was instantly speechless. "King of Jealousy?" Liz pushed him. "That's exactly what you are! Now let go. My oldest brother just called, and I'm worried something might have happened." "No, change it again! Keep changing it until I'm satisfied." Left with no choice, Liz thought for a second, added two little hearts after "King of Jealousy," and pinned the chat to the top.