Lizetta couldn't believe her ears.

What did Remington just say? He said he loved her? How could that be possible?!

Lizetta thought, perhaps the saddest thing in the world was finally hearing what she'd longed for, only to be filled with doubt and bitterness instead of joy. Without the anticipation, his words could no longer move her. Lizetta lowered her head and slowly unwrapped his arms from around her waist.

"Stop joking. If your love means constantly hurting and disappointing me, then it's a cheap kind of love I can't even bother with."

With those words, Lizetta walked away, never looking back.

Remington didn't try to stop her. His jaw clenched tight, his handsome face seemed to be coated in ice, covering the turmoil within.

He watched her determined departure, his profound gaze growing even darker, as if no light could penetrate it.

So, this was what it felt like to muster the courage to confess love, only to be doubted; to not be believed by the one he loved felt suffocating.

a flurry of snowflakes. Perhaps

necessary documents. Camille was already there, and she even brought

took the coat from the servant and wrapped

Camille. I'm sorry about your face. It's all because of me," Camille's cheek still

Lucian hadn't been so protective and impulsive, Yolanda wouldn't have fallen trying to

lump in her throat

"Okay."

the Maybach parked not

her since she left the hospital, but he hadn't

Remington was waiting for someone to bring him

shielding the man inside from view. Seeing no movement, Lizetta had no choice but to walk

the car window, and the man slowly rolled it down, his profile as noble

be seen. This, Lizetta thought, was the real

outside, separated by the snow, she looked at him, "Mr. Dashiell, have you got all

this, very similar to now." Lizetta frowned; she had no patience for these. All she wanted was to finalize

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