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.

But Lizetta, who looked agitated, grasped Hogan's

scene deeply wounded

woman shouldn't be continuously stressed like this. If you truly care for her, stop pushing her!" Remington's

intervene! And as Liz's friend, Mr. Dashiell, you missing the wedding and embarrassing her

our issues. You're nothing here! My patience has limits; don't think I won't take action!

to appear strong, Lizetta was physically weak, having relied on Hogan's support. Finally steadying

this is indeed between him and me. Could you please take care of Yoli for

but seeing Lizetta's determination, he didn't press, nodded and turned to head into

the corridor was deserted, leaving

beam of light from above cast a shadow on the ground, creating a rift between what should've

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

what

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 sorry I was late;

voice was anxious, his

I was eagerly looking forward to our wedding, you were busy searching for Stella behind my

to try on

alone and

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