Chapter 211

Lizetta fluttered her eyelashes and chuckled, “You know what I was thinking about? There was this one time I tied a tie for you. You still remember that, Remi?”

Remington’s Adam’s apple bobbed. Of course, he remembered, but that wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

He felt utterly let down and said coldly, “Nope, forgot.”

Lizetta smiled bitterly inside. She knew it, he must’ve totally spaced on it.

After all, it was a decade ago.

That day was his coming–of–age ceremony. The eldest son of the Dashiell family hitting adulthood was a big deal.

It signaled that the future helmsman of the Dashiell family was finally stepping up, ready to carry the weight of a new era on his shoulders.

Naturally, the ceremony had to be grand and filled with pomp.

The Dashiell family started prepping three months in advance, and that’s when she started bugging Remington about tying his tie on such a significant day..

She asked, and he agreed without a second thought.

For that, she consulted the servants, binge–watched tutorials online, and practiced on dummies, hell–bent on tying the slickest knot for him.

When the day finally came, he was decked out in a tailored tailcoat, looking all dapper and grown–up, like he’d morphed from a boy to a man overnight.

the tie, seeing the man by the window, and sorta lost her marbles for a sec.

with that familiar grin, and she nervously made her way to him, her cheeks all flushed.

nerves. She’d been bullied by Hans for two years, and her growth spurt kicked in late, looking like a little girl even

reach Remington’s neck to loop the tie

servants snickered on the side, and her face went tomato red.

down a bit!” she

out laughing then

she expected. He scooped her up instead,

10 05

I’ll stop teasing.”

she was

and blew a gasket at the scene.

hell are you doing! Put her down,

her head in shame and frustration, but Remington didn’t put

time,

still remembered his indulgent tone that day.

up the courage to keep going with the tie.

That’s a wife’s job. Your

cut her off with a sharp look.

out of a molehill. If my wife can’t tolerate Liz, we’re better off without her. Besides, I am fine with my

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