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.

left the foyer, Remington appeared, striding towards her with

heart skipped a beat, while the man had already stopped

"Why are you back?"

morning. His

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

glance at Ray, who stepped forward with four bodyguards. Lizetta clenched her fists secretly, worried Remington might've sensed

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.

Ray is your personal bodyguard. How

me getting into trouble?" Remington looked down at Lizetta, a faint smile playing on his

lip, neither nodding nor denying, seemingly too shy to

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

pointed at

moment, already having plans to head to Summer

bodyguard, "Omar, take

"Rest assured, Mr. Dashiell."

taking the luggage from Lina's

an arm around Lizetta as they approached the car. Before getting in, she turned and gave Remington a

said to herself, and then quickly let go and

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