Back to Oakridge Heights.

Fresh out of the shower, Remington descended the stairs only to find Lizetta gently bending over to place roses into a pristine white vase by the living room's floor-to-ceiling window.

She was dressed in a simple loose pink loungewear, her long hair slightly cascading beside her cheeks, eyes lowered with a serene, soft smile on her face.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, a vast expanse of twilight sky framed her figure, as if she was a part of the painting.

Remington paused on the staircase, unknowingly captivated for who knew how long.

The next day.

Lizetta stepped out, Lina trailing with luggage in tow.

At the doorway, Lizetta hesitated, turning back for one last silent glance at Oakridge Heights.

"Mrs. Dashiell?"

"Let's go," hearing Lina's call, Lizetta turned and hastened to catch up.

Remington appeared, striding towards her with Ray

heart skipped a beat, while the man had already

"Why are you back?"

all morning. His sudden return, with

came back just to see you off. I've asked

flicked a glance at Ray, who stepped forward with four bodyguards. Lizetta clenched her fists secretly, worried

only one in the dance troupe. Having a bunch of bodyguards will stir unnecessary talk; it's inconvenient. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet

is your personal bodyguard. How can

getting into trouble?" Remington looked down at

her lip, neither nodding nor denying, seemingly too shy to admit.

refusing to take any bodyguard would be futile. She then suggested, "Just let him follow me then.

pointed

a moment, already having plans to head

signaled to the chosen bodyguard, "Omar, take good care of

"Rest assured, Mr. Dashiell."

stepped forward, taking the

Before getting in,

said to herself, and then quickly let go

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