Chapter 268

Got shipped off to be the neighborhood committee boy, huh?

Cedric was grinding his teeth, thinking Remington had better hold the fort and not chase after his wife to the airport.

He thought, “If he did, he’d be nothing but a lovesick puppy, even more whipped than I was!”

Cedric left, and Remington kept staring at the report in front of him, his expression as still as water.

But in just a mernent, he yanked over a stack of planning documents next to him, getting more irritated the more he looked at them.

Finally, Remington couldn’t keep up the facade of calm, raising his hand to rub his forehead and pushing away all the papers in front of him.

He leaned back in his chair, yanking his tie loose with a forceful tug.

After a bit, he leaned forward to open a drawer and reached for the diary at the very bottom.

But as soon as his fingers touched the leather cover, he stopped short, kicking the drawer shut in a fit of agitation.

Cedric said there were no big issues between him and Lizetta, told him to clear up the whole Evelina thing.

Ha, Evelina’s kid wasn’t his, he’d said that plenty of times.

Lizetta knew it, too, but did she ever care?

wife didn’t love him and was hell–bent on

all this time, wasn’t it clear enough he didn’t want to let go of the marriage, that he

his little girl had a heart of stone; she

its wings had hardened; it yearned

that going to the airport now, after holding onto her

attempt to stay with the Dashiell family and had used that as an excuse to keep her trapped in

now, she was innocent in that old affair, she was miserable

kind to her one last time, that meant

expression then, so pained and pleading, so pale and

supposed to do if not let go?

watch her suffocate,

thrown Remington into complete disarray, making

he really let Lizetta go today, it might just be like Cedric said: the next time they met would be to collect their

papers.

Dashiell;

that scenario made Remington feel like he was being pierced by a thousand arrows,

a glimmer

or not, he’d

chair, stood up, and walked over to the floor–to–ceiling window to light a cigarette.

smoke, Remington left his office and commanded in a deep voice,

entire secretarial department sprang into

Savory Seasons Café as planned for lunch with President Winters of NexGen

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