Chapter 195

Remington’s voice was barely above a whisper, yet Lizetta’s heart felt like it had been sucker–punched, stirring up a storm of sour, swelling pain.

She just stared at the guy in front of her, her eyes uncontrollably misting over She waarmed to turn her head away, not wanting to show him her fragile side

But Remington’s hand, which had been pinching her chin, shifted to cradle her face, not letting her dodge the moment.

Tears rolled down Lizetta’s cheeks, one by one, splashing onto the maris knuckles, sinking into the palm of his hand.

“Hey, don’t cry. Sorry, it’s all my fault.”

Her tears were warm, but to Remington, they felt scalding, as though each one was searing his heart.

He thought back to the video Fiona had sent him on his way back. The video cactured the chaotic scene by the pool.

He saw that after he left with Evelina in his arms, the pool remained earity quiet and Lizetta didn’t come up for air on her own.

rescue License. Her face was 50 pale at the time, her eyes tightly shut, her whole being as silent and lifeless as could be

who laid her flat and performed emergency

vacant, truly the eyes of someone who had

of him. And he

snuffing out his phone’s screen, not daring to see more.

happened if Cassius hadn’t dived in to save her –

he could stab himself. And now, at the sight of Lizetta’s involuntary tears. Remington’s

if she were made of fragile glass. But the more he tried to wipe them away, the more

around the softly trembling Lizetta, holding her tight

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body to ease

on her, and cooed in a softened voice

realize you were drowning. I thought you were a good swimmer, that you’d

messed up, made you feel cold inside, right? Don’t cry; how about you hit me a few times to make

She couldn’t believe that even Fiona’s

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