Remington's breath turned heavy, his deep gaze fixed intently on the woman's pale face. His fists clenched and then relaxed as he finally spoke, his voice soft and soothing. "Liz, you're in a bad state right now. What you need most is some rest! We can talk about everything else later, okay?"

He reached out to pull Lizetta into his embrace, but she dodged away, irritation written all over her face.

"At this point, Mr. Dashiell, do you really think our marriage stands a chance?"

Without a moment's hesitation, he replied, "Yes, it does!"

It was then he realized she loved him, and he hadn't yet had the chance to tell her that he loved her too.

How could they end things like this! He wouldn't allow it!

He said with a grave tone; his handsome face slightly shadowed. His gentleness shattered like a mask, revealing a cold, dark gaze filled with obsession and madness. He stepped forward, intent on pulling Lizetta into his arms.

"Enough!" She pushed him away fiercely, her slender body stumbling.

Seeing her on the verge of falling, Remington froze, hesitating to approach her again.

At that moment, Hogan, changing from scrubs to his white gown, quickly came over and supported Lizetta.

Hogan's right hand. But Lizetta, who looked agitated,

deeply

through a lot today. A pregnant woman shouldn't be continuously stressed like this. If you truly

Liz's friend, Mr. Dashiell, you missing the wedding and embarrassing

Hogan, don't act all high and mighty about our issues. You're nothing here! My patience has limits; don't think I won't take action! Lizetta, observing Remington's stern demeanor, suddenly curved up her lips, "If Hogan don't have a say,

having relied on Hogan's support. Finally steadying herself, she

please take care of Yoli for

seeing Lizetta's determination, he didn't press, nodded and

deserted, leaving only Lizetta and Remington standing opposite each

cast a shadow on the ground, creating a rift between

at the silent Remington, "Remington, you are the one who skipped the wedding, who gave up on me. Why bother pretending now? Let's end this gracefully for the sake

truly didn't understand what Remington was holding

in Remington's eyes; his throat felt as if it held a knife, making his voice hoarse, "Liz, I didn't miss the wedding. I'm

was anxious, his composure

offering a bitter and sarcastic smile, "Explain? Explain that while I was eagerly looking forward to our

to try on the wedding attire, you were rushing off to

explain that when I faced our wedding day alone and vulnerable, you

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