Chapter 21

Over the past two years, though Hanna knew full well that Remington never came home, she still kept feeding her those bitter tonic brews that were supposed to help with childbirth, just to torment her.

Lizetta, in love with Remington, wanted to manage their marriage and her relationship with her mother–in–law well, enduring everything that came her way.

Now that Remington was the one being fed the soup, Lizetta couldn’t care less.

She turned her head away, pretending not to see.

Remington immediately received a “useless thing” look from Fiona.

Remington couldn’t help but chuckle, “Alright, Grandma, I’ll drink it all, making sure not a drop is wasted–your kind intentions are not in vain.”

He was talking to the old lady, but his eyes never left Lizetta, biting off his words with a hint of something

more.

Lizetta felt a shiver down her spine under his gaze, thinking to herself that Remington and Hanna were truly mother and son.

—-

Caught between their glares, it felt like being between ice and fire at the same time she couldn’t even taste a thing she ate.

That evening, as Remington pushed the bedroom door open, he saw Lizetta standing in front of the wardrobe.

She slammed the wardrobe shut, looking overly startled.

Remington’s eyes narrowed slightly as he stepped forward.

a lover hiding

reached for the handle, but Lizetta, freaked out, held it

overreaction just made it seem more as though there

and her feeble attempt to stop him was utterly futile. The wardrobe

skimpy lingerie, pajamas, and some unexpectedly racy

flushed, “I

the old house before; Lizetta hadn’t expected that this time she came back,

tried to shut the wardrobe, Remington held the doors

bath without taking anything, or expecting me to bring

go find my old

that

you really

prepared by the old lady, all set

annoyed, glared at

let the old lady go to such lengths?

probably knew what she was thinking; his handsome face was cold, his deep eyes

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wear is all

his disinterest

is the first time I’ve seen someone

and stormed into the bathroom, slamming

changing, Lizetta looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. The piece she had chosen, although it had the most

it covered all the necessary places, anyway. Such attire might be provocative to some, but Remington was

that Remington was frigid, feeling morally

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