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 out, held

just made it seem more as though there was a lover hidden in there..

was utterly futile. The

pajamas, and

flushed, “I

expected that this time she came back, all her proper

the wardrobe, Remington

your bath without taking anything, or expecting me to

go find my old

that Remington was such an

grabbed her shoulder, “Naive, do you really think you’ll find

clothes must have been prepared by the old lady, all

annoyed, glared at

he to let the old

his handsome face was cold, his deep eyes unemotional,

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wear is

might as well have written his disinterest in her on his face.

she could find, “This is the first time I’ve

pushed the man away and stormed into the bathroom, slamming

frowned. The piece she had chosen, although

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

three times that Remington was frigid, feeling

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