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

as his handsome

she had once longed for his kiss.

a slap echoed in the dim hallway, and the

his head slightly, his thin lips pressed into an unhappy line, his sharp jawline even more resolute, his pale cheek flushed red, as if a cold mist hovered around

pale as tears streamed down her cheeks.

went out silently again, as if even

couldn’t bear the oppressive atmosphere any longer, Remington let her

turned and walked out of the building.

casting a silvery glow on his broad

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

deep drag, and the smoke drifted

reflecting a dim light. Seeing the sixth–floor light

I saw Remington’s car. Did

door. Lizetta, sitting on the sofa applying medicine, flinched at the

that slap.

“Ouch.”

don’t move. I’ll do it!”

swab, and carefully treated Lizetta’s

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