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.

as they left the foyer, Remington appeared, striding towards her

beat, while the man had already stopped in front of

"Why are you back?"

the company for meetings all morning. His sudden

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

forward with four bodyguards. Lizetta clenched her fists secretly, worried Remington might've sensed something

she frowned, saying, "No need, having Lina with me is enough. I'm going to a performance, and I'm not the only one in the dance troupe. Having a bunch of bodyguards

personal bodyguard. How can I

looked down at Lizetta, a faint smile playing on his

nodding nor denying, seemingly too shy to admit. At the sight of

be futile. She then suggested,

casually pointed at

a moment, already having plans to head to Summer City after attending the West family's

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

"Rest assured, Mr. Dashiell."

forward, taking the luggage from Lina's

car. Before getting in, she turned and gave Remington a quick

then quickly let go and

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