Chapter 177

The villa was pitch–black, not a glimmer of light in sight.

Lizette hadn’t seen Remington’s car roll into Oakridge Heights with her own eyes, she would’ve thought The place had been abandoned ages ago.

Thinking Remington might have headed straight upstairs to crash, Lizetta didn’t bother flipping on the lights and just felt her way upstairs in the dark. But no sooner had she set foot on the stairs than a hoarse voice suddenly cut through the silence,

“Where you off to?”

“Ahl

Lizetta nearly jumped out of her skin, clinging to the banister before realizing it was just a dark figure slumped on the couch. It was Remington.

She caught her breath and frowned, “What the heck are you doing lying there in the dead of night without any lights on? You scared the living daylights out of me!”

He clearly knew she had come in but stayed silent, only to spook her now – as if he did it on purpose.

Lizetta walked over and turned on the floor lamp by the couch. The dim light revealed the man reclining on the couch, eyes slightly open, his gaze cold and alert, showing no sign of sleepiness.

lights off if that’s what I fancy. Not like some people who barge.

a sting when he mentioned “others‘ homes“, not painful but definitely uncomfortable.

anymore. She apologized, “Sorry,

off with an even colder look, “If

her grip tightening on her phone until its edge made her palm tingle. She

How about I whip up some pasta for you, maybe you’ve got

ог

got headaches after drinking. She was here

nothing compared to

narrowed, he snapped coldly, “I don’t need anyone fussing over me.

hand and decided

locked up by

“No! Leave.”

her off yet again, closing his eyes with a look of sheer exasperation.

you just help me out?

the 3 million and sever ties

she walked in, but facing his

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