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.

to shower in the evening. However, after being

in,

head away in

flushed ears, Remington felt his irritation dissolve into thin

the rush? It's not like you're in front of your fans. Or do you still care about

speechless. Her dance videos on Twitter, though faceless, had indeed attracted a male following. She didn't realize Remington knew

the bed, patting her head, and

her head away, muttering, "Not for

get mad; instead, he let out a cold

for it. In twenty-three days, we can officially part

me tell you straight, even when that day comes, I won't be there. Give up on the idea of divorce," Remington said, then ruffled Lizetta's hair, adding, "You don't stink; you still smell

not wanting a divorce

had everything

After staying barely at peace for a moment, she felt

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