Chapter 200

“I’m gonna give granny a ring. Got work to do this arvo, bet you do too, right.”

She hightailed it to the door, where her phone had been left on a low cabinet by the entrance, courtesy of Remington.

She didn’t dare look back at Remington, as she felt all kinds of emotions mixed up; part of her hoped that he’d grab her and spill some sweet nothings to make her stay.

But fear had the upper hand–she was scared that if he did try to hold her back, she wouldn’t have the heart to walk away

Turns out she’d overestimated her place in his heart, though. She made the call, and Remington didn’t peep another word.

Guess his earlier chit–chat was just him blowing smoke.

After Lizetta hung up, Tina was summoned by Fiona to get the door.

“The old lady’s waiting downstairs,” Tina said.

So Lizetta and Remington went down together, and Fiona gave them the once–over as soon as she laid eyes on them.

The old lady’s heart skipped a beat.

This doesn’t look like a pair who’ve kissed and made up, does it?

told you to sweet–talk your wife. Did you? Did

in anger as she waved Lizetta over.

taking Fiona’s hand and

did woo me, and he apologized. I’ve forgiven him. Now I know Remi didn’t mean to not save me that day, and I truly don’t hold

are you two good

another look at them.

but were too shy to show

who had a frosty look as he settled

“Granny, you don’t need to worry about us. Even if we split, she’ll still be the Dashiell family’s daughter.”

family’s daughter,” Lizetta felt like her heart was being yanked

nose tingled, and she almost burst into tears.

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so set on getting a divorce, longing to return to being

over the moon, but all she

a smile and nodded, “Yeah,

you split up? I won’t have it! Over my dead body!” Fiona fumed.

on. We both think it’s for the best, and we hope

hopeful smile, a flicker of scorn crossed his

Liz is young, she’s impulsive, and what about you? Are you just playing around, trying

glaring at Remington, who

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