Since Remington thought she was just making a fuss, Lizetta decided she'd let him think that way. In that case, he wouldn't overthink things at least.

With a scoff, Lizetta pushed against the man's hold and sat up from his embrace, saying, "Mr. Dashiell, you're always caught up in a whirlwind of activities, handling a million things a day. If you weren't sincere about watching the show, you could've simply stayed away."

As Remington heard this, his eyes softened slightly, and his voice turned mellow, "How can you say I wasn't sincere? I had to leave because Stella suddenly felt phantom limb pain."

Lizetta cut him off with a cold laugh, "Oh, her phantom limb sure has a sense of timing."

"Lizetta!"

Remington's voice suddenly dropped, interrupting her acrid comments, a stern look crossing his face.

"Why have you become so mean?"

The sight of Stella tormented by her bloody phantom limb wasn't something one could fake.

Lizetta shivered at his harsh words, her face turning pale, her lips trembling slightly.

in the man's persistent attempts to woo her with his tenderness and care this period of time, forgetting he was never

been a selfish and mean person, Mr. Dashiell. It's only now you're realizing it. What? Found out I'm not as adorable as you thought, and now you can't keep up your

scorn, yet the icy barrier around her

as he stared

gaze defiantly,

Dashiell, it

uttered

and massaged the bridge of his nose, overwhelmed and helpless against her. He couldn't scold her, couldn't argue; even a slightly harsh tone would have her retaliating with ten more, leaving him in

turned away, looking out

et

a while until Lizetta felt a chill around her neck. Looking down, she saw a diamond necklace cascading

seven or eight carats, set in

at the auction yesterday, a gift for your performance. Congratulations on

neck, a bit close to her, his breath warm on

the auction for this reason. She felt a lump in her throat, saying, "You always do this." "How

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