Chapter 295

“It’s all your fault!”

Lizetta lifted her head from Remington’s embrace with a mix of shame and annoyance, shooting him a reproachful glare.

She scrambled to get out of bed, in a fluster to open the door for the doctors.

But Remington withdrew his arm from around her lower back and said in a hoarse voice, “Wait a sec.”

Lizetta, visibly irritated, shot back, “Walt for what? If we wait any longer, I’ll have no face left to show!”

Keeping the doc waiting outside the door was like social suicide for her.

However, Remington kept his grip around her waist, murmuring, “If you go open the door now, we’ll only end up more embarrassed.”

As he spoke, his large hand squeezed Lizetta’s waist a bit, pulling her closer.

Lizetta instantly blushed, looking away.

Remington was in his flimsy, oversized hospital gown, with certain areas standing out all the more prominently.

by her gaze, it seemed

top of the man, biting her lip and saying, “Weren’t you

part that got hurt,

of him, crying and acting all coquettish,

with an ostrich–like denial, she pulled the blanket over

hurry up,” she urged, turning her head away, not

of her shy, annoyed expression and felt a tightening in his

things, especially when it comes to the woman who makes your

helplessness flashed in his eyes as he reached up and gently touched Lizetta’s head, saying,

figured he wouldn’t

granted a reprieve, hopped off the

sink, she turned on the faucet and inadvertently caught a glimpse of herself

flushed face, swollen eyes and lips, and an alluring afterglow, as if she’d

her own appearance, she recalled how Remington’s first reaction when entering the room was to press her face into his

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he told her not to open the door and

patted cold water on her face, the

cold and abstinent,

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