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.

in the evening. However, after being rushed to the

Remington leaned in, deeply

away in embarrassment,

flushed ears, Remington felt his irritation dissolve into

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

though faceless, had indeed attracted a male following. She

on the bed, patting her head,

head away,

get mad; instead, he let out a cold chuckle, "Dream on

we've already filed for it. In twenty-three days, we

it all figured out, huh? But let 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 sweet. Just

words had a double meaning, from not wanting a divorce

had everything

found him so infuriating. After staying barely at peace for a

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