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.

particularly upset because she mentioned Stella. She used to be scared of making him angry, always becoming meek in response, but now she

I don't see any problem with me, and

control

and nodding, he uttered in a gruff

sprang out of the bed, he stormed out of the room, slamming the door

race,

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

Lina, and then nodding, instructed, "Take care of her, see if she

shortly after,

sensitively, "Sir, the lady said she was hungry and asked for anything to be brought up." Hungry, willing to eat, that was

nodded, hesitating before adding, "She seemed like she had been crying; her eyes

saying that, she hurried into the

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