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.

lover hiding

but Lizetta, freaked

made it seem more as though there

him was utterly futile. The

skimpy lingerie, pajamas, and some unexpectedly

flushed, “I didn’t buy

had clothes here at the old house before; Lizetta hadn’t expected that this time she came back, all

tried to shut the wardrobe, Remington held

taking anything, or expecting me to bring

was speechless, “I’ll go find my

before that Remington was

shoulder, “Naive, do you

clothes must have been prepared by the old lady, all set up so Lizetta wouldn’t find

glared at

the old

was cold, his deep eyes unemotional, and

1/2

Chapter 21

is all the

well have written his disinterest in

conservative piece she could find, “This is the first time I’ve seen someone beat around

and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door

the mirror and frowned. The piece she had chosen, although it had the most fabric, turned

might be provocative to some, but Remington was as indifferent as a block of

to herself three times that Remington was frigid, feeling morally protected instantly as she

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255