In an instant, the two of them tumbled onto the bed together.

Remington was underneath, protectively holding Lizetta above him.

Lizetta was in a state of shock, gasping for air. As she came to her senses, she tried to struggle free.

But Remington tightened his grip around her waist and suddenly spoke up.

"I admit that when I saw you beaten and bruised on that snowy night years ago, I thought of Stella. And yes, the first piece of orange candy I gave you was Stella's favorite."

Hearing just this much, Lizetta felt as though her heart was being sliced open; unable to hold back, she had tears stream down her face.

Each tear, heavy with her grievances and shattered feelings, fell directly from her eyes, and landed on Remington's forehead, nose, eyelids, and lips.

For a moment, Remington panicked. He quickly lifted his head, kissing her, trying to soothe her broken heart.

"Don't cry, let me finish!"

to hear it anymore. Since you love her so much, just share your deep feelings with her. She'd probably love to hear them, and she'd be touched. Don't tell me, I

her ears and clumsily climbed off

only taken one step when Remington caught

waist, while forcefully pulling her hands away from her ears to his lips for a tender kiss

you think I'm some kind of reincarnated god of love?" Remington felt that his actions should prove he wasn't the kind to fall in love and talk

was cold-hearted and

looked at Remington, feeling bewildered. Remington tightened his grip on Lizetta's hand and placed it over his heart as he

a kin, and a benefactor,

answer she had been longing to hear for

anything; he said it so clear, without

Lizetta felt dazed, unsure whether

hobbies. How could I ever

not realize before that you have such a

winced from the tap, but that slight pain grounded her, reassuring her that this

body aren't fake, right? You yourself said last time they were from looking

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