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 arm in

deeply wounded Remington's

be continuously stressed like this. If you truly care for her, stop pushing her!" Remington's temples throbbed twice, "This is between us

Liz's friend, Mr. Dashiell, you missing the wedding and embarrassing her like that, you've let her

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

to appear strong, Lizetta was physically weak, having relied

you please take care of

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

was deserted, leaving only Lizetta and Remington standing opposite each

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

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 of decades of

truly didn't understand what Remington was holding

felt as if it held a knife, making his voice hoarse, "Liz, I didn't miss the wedding. I'm sorry

was anxious, his composure

sarcastic smile, "Explain? Explain that while I was eagerly looking forward to our wedding, you were busy

I was waiting for you to try on the wedding attire,

alone and vulnerable, you were

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