Lizetta's eyes widened in shock, immediately cutting him off, "Stop! Put me down, now!"

Seeing her flush with annoyance, Remington reluctantly set her down. Lizetta leaned against a pillar, fixing her disheveled clothes.

The man looked down at her and suddenly said, "Who says they won't grow? I feel like they've gotten bigger these past few days."

Lizetta, at first confused by his comment, followed his gaze down to her chest and her face turned even redder. But since she got pregnant, there seemed to indeed be some changes; her bra had gotten tighter.

"Don't go wrapping them up in cloth this time."

Lizetta shot Remington a glare, remembering how she used to bind her chest with cloth and how he had spanked her for it, feeling a tinge of sweetness.

He leaned closer, whispering slowly in her ear, "They're mine now. Any mistreatment won't just result in a spanking."

her figure was beautifully proportioned, thanks to her

her figure, but never realized he was actually a fan of bigger

of anger and embarrassment. Remington just held her and laughed softly, not bothering

and also shared their

arrangements with Lizetta. After lunch, Lizetta spent a long while with Fiona, and they finally left

got a call from Martin. Barbara had woken up and had been

taking Lizetta with him. Entering the hospital

to address Lizetta, feeling it awkward to call her "Mrs. Dashiell" in front of Barbara. Before

thought I'd make it through this. Guess it means even the heavens want me to witness your wedding with Stella. Let's keep the

apologetic smile at Lizetta, leaning in to whisper,

to stand by Remington, Lizetta was ready to face all hardships with him, including his obligations to the West

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