Remington clearly had enough of her sarcastic comments. Without another word, he scooped her up, intending to tuck her into bed.

Instinctively, Lizetta wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering, "I really need a shower."

"No, you can't do that. The doc said you can't shower today," Remington firmly denied. "You're not a doctor."

"I asked the doctor!" he asserted with conviction, clearly having done his homework.

Lizetta felt a twinge in her heart.

She had thought Remington was like Hanna, only caring about whether Joy could save Joseph's life; and she thought that's why he chased her down. Maybe she had him all wrong.

After all, he didn't push Hanna to get tested and even took the time to ask the doctor about these precautions. It all told that he did care about the baby.

"I just want to wipe down a bit. I feel like I'm starting to stink," Lizetta muttered softly.

troupe, she planned to shower in the evening. However, after being rushed

Remington leaned in, deeply inhaling her

her head away

at her slightly flushed ears, Remington

teased, "What's the rush? It's not like you're in front of your fans. Or do you still

had indeed attracted a male following. She didn't realize Remington knew about

laid her down on the bed, patting her head, and added, "Can't you

head away, muttering, "Not for

let out a cold chuckle,

filed for it. In

there. Give up on the

meaning, from not wanting a divorce to

had everything under tight

at peace for a moment, she felt ready to explode

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