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.

Lizetta arrived at City Hall, the gloomy sky finally unleashed a flurry of snowflakes. Perhaps due to the weather,

documents. Camille was already there, and

coat from the servant and

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

and impulsive, Yolanda wouldn't

a lump in her throat but nodded, "I'll

"Okay."

the Maybach

left

wasn't sure if Remington was waiting for someone

the man inside from view. Seeing no movement,

knocked on the car window, and the man slowly rolled it

vulnerability he'd shown in the hospital corridor was nowhere to be seen. This, Lizetta thought, was the real Remington - his professed

at him, "Mr. Dashiell, have you got

came to the Dashiell family, it was snowing like this, very similar to now." Lizetta frowned; she had no patience for these. All she wanted was to finalize their divorce and return to the hospital to

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