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.”

breath on Lizetta’s

the dim light, Lizetta glared, watching as his handsome and

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

and the faulty sensor

into an unhappy line, his sharp jawline

face turned pale as tears streamed down

seemed to stop flowing. The sensor light went out silently again, as if even it was intimidated by

oppressive atmosphere any longer, Remington let

a word, he turned and walked out of the

silvery glow on his

when he disappeared did Lizetta gasp for air; hands trembling, she collapsed to the ground.

and the smoke drifted from his thin lips. He touched his slightly

up, his deep eyes reflecting a dim light. Seeing the sixth–floor light turn on, he reached

car. Did he give you a

asked loudly as she walked in the door. Lizetta, sitting on

of that

“Ouch.”

a klutz; don’t

over, took the cotton swab, and

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