"Finding her is all that matters, no rush."

Remington held back his emotions, his voice hoarse as he spoke.

Ray couldn't fathom what Remington was hesitating for.

He had seen how Remington had struggled these past two months.

Severe insomnia, suppressed emotions, and withering away.

For days on end, aside from the necessary work conversations, he had been incredibly silent. Ray felt that if they didn't find Lizetta soon, Remington's pent-up emotions were going to reach a breaking point. And now, they had finally found his wife.

Moreover, she was currently sharing a room with a man who had his sights set on her.

Based on Ray's knowing of Remington, Remington should've already drawn his gun from his hip, charged in with him, and taken his wife back by now.

But Remington had instead instructed him not to alert anyone else and to find a place to stay?

Were they not planning to act tonight and just watching from afar?

And he's not in a rush?

Ray had never heard anything so absurd.

"Mr. Remington Dashiell."

had a fever or was delirious, or perhaps

"Go quickly."

heavily patted Ray's shoulder did Ray nod and

closer to the villa where

was low, hardly blocking a man's line

gaze landed

even make out vague shadows, though

But the

exceptionally bright yellow sweate

and around. Remington

her.

blurred figure, the depths of his eyes

and eyelashes,

on snow sounded, Remington glanced to see

Ray; it must be a

hurried over, pushed

the villa

didn't know was, with Dora's return, Lizetta also breathed a sigh of relief. Chapter

us

the array of pastries on

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