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."

Lizetta wasn't well-endowed, her figure was beautifully proportioned, thanks to

had always thought he liked her figure, but never realized he was actually a fan

a "pervert" with a mix of anger and

noon, Lizetta and Remington joined Fiona for lunch, and

with Lizetta. After lunch, Lizetta spent a

their way back to Oakridge Heights, Remington got a call from Martin. Barbara had woken up and had been moved from the ICU

with him. Entering the hospital room hand-in-hand, they found Eileen wiping Barbara's face. She greeted

address Lizetta, feeling it awkward to call her "Mrs. Dashiell" in front of Barbara. Before she could find an appropriate title, Barbara

I'd make it through this. Guess it means even the heavens want me to witness your wedding with Stella. Let's keep the wedding simple and fast, okay? I'm not sure how long

shot an apologetic smile at Lizetta, leaning in to whisper, "Mom,

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

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