Chapter 14

“So what? He might not be great, but he’s still better than you!”

“Ha, better than me? And you let him kiss you? Don’t forget, Mrs. Dashiell, we’re not divorced yet!”

Lizetta froze, realizing that Remington had gotten the wrong idea.

She instinctively wanted to explain, her lips barely parting when she heard the man’s chilly voice again, “Can’t stand being alone, huh? No wonder you dared to jump into my bed at eighteen!”

Lizetta’s eyes trembled; her blood ran cold. Holding back tears, she said, “Yeah, so you better sign the agreement fast, to save yourself from getting cuckolded. Ah!”

Before she could finish, he pinched her jaw with his fingers, “Is divorce the only thing you’ve got to talk to me about now?”

Lizetta’s lips curled slightly, “Right, why would I keep around a man who won’t even kiss me? To watch him turn into a grumpy old man?”

Remington’s aura grew even colder, his fingers lifting her chin slightly.

She was forced to tilt her head back; her slender neck stretched to a nearly breaking curve, reflecting a soft glow in the dim light.

His thumb and forefinger applied a little pressure, and Lizetta’s lips uncontrollably parted like a fish gasping for air.

“You’re that desperate for a man’s kiss? Fine, I’ll indulge you.”

but the breath on Lizetta’s nose

light, Lizetta glared, watching as his handsome

pounded like a drum, yet tears filled her eyes. How much she had

slap echoed in the dim hallway, and the faulty sensor light, joining in at the wrong time, suddenly lit

his head slightly, his thin lips pressed into an unhappy line, his sharp jawline even more resolute, his pale cheek

pale as tears streamed down her

The sensor light went out silently again, as if

bear the oppressive atmosphere any longer, Remington

and walked

the moonlight, casting a silvery glow on

disappeared did Lizetta gasp for air; hands trembling, she collapsed to the ground. After a while, she got up and climbed the

the car, Remington lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and the smoke drifted from his thin lips. He

sure packed a punch. He looked up, his deep eyes reflecting a dim light. Seeing the sixth–floor light turn on, he reached out to

car. Did he give you a

she walked in the door. Lizetta, sitting on the sofa

that slap.

“Ouch.”

klutz; don’t move.

took the cotton swab, and carefully treated

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