Lizetta felt drained, both physically and emotionally, and she was in no mood for further conversation.

She just nodded, her voice dry, "I got it, thanks for standing up for me and Joy, ouch!"

Before she could finish, her wrist was gripped tightly by Remington, his strength surprising enough to make her cry out.

She looked up, frowning at Remington, "What the heck? You're hurting me!"

Tears of pain welled up in her eyes, and Remington's expression darkened, though he slightly loosened his grip as he coldly said, "Do you really have to talk to me like that, Lizetta?"

Now Lizetta was irritated, snatching her hand back, "How am I talking? I'm saying thank you, and even that's wrong now? If you don't like the way I speak, go bother someone else, like Evelina or Stella." "Enough! I'm talking about your issue; why drag them into this?"

Remington's handsome face turned gloomy as he interrupted Lizetta. Seeing his barely controlled rage was almost laughable to her.

because she mentioned Stella. She used to be scared of making him angry, always

see any problem with me, and even if there was, we're getting divorced, so it's none of

her defiant expression, felt his temper rising. He worried that if they kept arguing, he might lose control and pin her down as punishment, although he knew he couldn't lay a finger on her given her

within him, and nodding, he uttered in a

of the bed, he stormed out of the room,

causing her heart to race, struggling to calm down. Tears involuntarily rolled down her

the smell of smoke. Remington stood alone by the window, a solitary figure, with a few cigarette

glanced at Lina, and then nodding, instructed, "Take care of

upstairs, and shortly after, she came

Although he didn't ask, Lina took the initiative to report sensitively, "Sir, the lady said she was hungry and asked for anything to

hesitating before adding, "She seemed like

she hurried into the

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